Barren stares as they light up the screen
  Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow-motion
  Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights
  But 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 is there be any doubt
  But that 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
    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