letter from a conerned follower Songtext / Lyric

It's weird to think of all the things that have not been keeping up with the times.
It's ten o' clock, the sun has now just begun to set the western hills on fire.

I hear that you don't change. And how do you expect to keep up with the trends?
You won't survive the information age unless you plan to change the truth
to accommodate the brilliance of men, the brilliance of men.

Some folks think we're better now.
Social evolutions new synthetic will will keep us on a straighter path,
'cause better men use brand new math with no wrong answers.
I'm just a little bit worried.
Do you have some sort of plan?
Have you been finally defeated by the cunning of these fully evolved men?

I hear that you don't change.
And how do you expect to keep up with the trends?
You won't survive the information age unless you plan to change the truth
to accomodate the brilliance of men, yeah, the brilliance of men.