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