Playing God

We retreat to cubby holes, full of intention Oh but we fall short, for we are obsessed with our possessions We relive all that we can, take it in and swim Oh but we fall short, for we are obsessed with our possessions And I'm vamping out in leisurely walls of denial I hide from the smog And I run for the door Let's play house, white picket fences Oh let's play dead, let's play god and enjoy the view We're spinning out of control, it's probably so Oh, but I don't mind It doesn't affect this opportunity to present myself to me So what for this clear blue sky So what for loving hands Oh and they're trembling From caffeine I'm vamping out in excess overload I hide from this world And I run to myself Tell me how did we get this far if we don't understand I hide from myself And I run to the world Tell me how did we get this far if no one understands