Barren stares as they light up the screen

Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion

Novacaine our brains and we're out like lights

As I'm growing older I'm bored

I remember when misery thrilled me much more

When I can't relax

And I'd like to go back

But that's gone

Yeah, that's gone, Turn around

Turn the volume down

We're counting the days down

Till the day when we live in a video

I'll be stone-faced and pale

You'll pout in stereo

24 hours every day of the year

Oh, what fun I can't wait 'til the future gets here

Closing in on the pain and the torture

He's slamming the doors like it's something to strive for

The girl tearing the curtains down looks funny as hell

And of sense of humor can there be any doubt

yeah well natural selection has weeded it out

Used to keep me from laughing out loud

But that's gone

We don't think that way no more

That's gone, turn around, turn the volume down

We're counting the days down

Well I've seen some old friends sort of die

Or just turn into whatever

Must've been inside them

And whatever all of us had then in common

Grew up and left home

We don't think that way no more

Turn around, turn the volume down

We're counting the days down