Can you see the day,
   when everyone can say they've got one?
   A cloud is moving in,
   blotting out your landmine vision
   So many are afraid,
   concealing all their secret weapons
   You can see it in their eyes,
   like the brake lights on a highway glisten
   Three billion is a lot,
   it's impossible to separate them
   A carrer is made and lost,
   in sorting out the devastation
   What you get you've got,
   the rest can be imagination
   And what you lose you've lost,
   here comes the instant separation
   Careful where you step
   There may be a mine under there