Suburban Symmetry - Illuminatus

Caught in the glow of a television

The world is passing by

But you flick it over to a chatshow

Because the world is killing you

We’re trapped in terraced prison cells

With matching sofa sets

No — this isn’t me

It’s my suburban symmetry

You hear them talk in wicked tangents

And you fear what you become

Your government is in control, please try to understand

We don’t tolerate intolerance

We’re trapped in terraced prison cells

With matching sofa sets

No — this isn’t me

It’s my suburban symmetry