i'd like to take this time to thanknnthe crowds for swallowing mennand setting me loose on the streetsnnsetting me free in the middle of the citynnforget about the filth underneathnnpretend it's not therennjust pretend you can't seennnnoh, can you hear them?nnthey've got to find a way outnnit's like a thought prisonnnnnon the playgrounds screamingnnthe future's learning to demand thingsnngod can you break out of herennout of these cold wallsnnthrough the cemetery into the fresh air?nnthey're dying by the dozens and they'll bury them herenni know you care, i know you carennnnoh, it's the right timennyou've got to find a way outnnmake something of yourselfnnnnin the future, in our dreamsnnwe'll be hailed as visionariesnnin the future, when we're all machinesnneveryone will follow our lead