Living On a Knife Edge

Everytime I go out, I think I'm bring checked out, Faceless people watching on a TV screen Do you begin to sense it, just beneath the surface Reflections of a window whilst walking down the street Computers are abused, school records are fed Police are checking on what you said The number of your car's fed into a box Your journey's being checked, it's a paradox Duplicate forms, and ID cards are next in line to disregard Future generations are relying on us It's a world we've made - Incubus We're living on a knife edge, looking for the ground