Ever get the feeling
That there's somebody out there
And do you ever think
That they know what you're thinking

Now the satellites are down
We can ask them to calm down
Control is the core
It's nineteen eighty four

We're a breakthrough
We're defiant
But we're blinded
By the science
We're a breakthrough
We're defiant
But we're deafened

By the silence

Hey Mr No One
You can have my eyes
Or the maybe just the one
I've heard of the kingdom

Try to kill me
Try to find me
I don't listen any more
I've got no problems
No problems
I don't listen any more

Hypothetical question
Are we paranoid?
Hypothetical answer
That depends on who's asking

No Problems Lyrics

KILL THE YOUNG