The Veldt

Happy life, with the machines,
Scattered around the room.
Look what they made, they made it for me,
Happy technology.
Outside, the lions run,
feeding on remains.
We`ll never leave, look at us now,
So in love with the way we are.

Here, the world that the children made.
The world that the children made.
Here, the world that the children made.
Here, the world that the children made.

Every night they rock us to sleep, dining on family
Is it real or is it a dream?
Can you believe in machines?
Outside the bleeding sun, can you hear the screams.
We`ll never leave, look at us now,
So in love with the way we are.

Here, the world that the children made.
The world that the children made.
Here, the world that the children made.
Here, the world that the children made.