Media Song

You sit there playing out daydreams You're alive in a world of your own You see visions of scenes full of people who scream Get me out of this place, gotta get to a phone Your life is one big illusion You build castles that lie on the sinking sand You hear voices beyond your horizons But you can't figure them out You just can't work them out What they're gonna say about you Now they've got you made What they're gonna do to you They can say what they like You know they can't disgrace me These last few years have been crazy You thought you were one of the chosen few The golden child Mr. Special Not expecting this, no way Not this You imagined things would be different Making plans for your future, the rest of your life An early retirement or better Now your dreams are all shattered Broken like ice What they're gonna say about you Now they've got you made What they're gonna do to you They can say what they like You know they can't disgrace me The daydreams become nightmares You're frightened to close your eyes at night The voices you hear are not really there You just sit in the corner and pray for the light What they're gonna say about you Now they've got you made What they're gonna do to you They can do what they like You know they can't disgrace me