Chained to the Rhythm sing and play along

Are we crazy?

Living our lives through a lens.

Trapped in our white picket fence like ornaments.

So comfortable we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comfortable we cannot see the trouble,

trou Aren't you lonely?

Keep Up there in utopia,

where nothing will ever be enough,

happily numb.

So comfortable we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comfortable we cannot see the trouble,

trouble. So put your rosecolored glasses on

and party on.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song,

dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Are we tonedeaf?

Keep sweeping it under the mat.

where Thought we could do better than that.

I hope we can.

So comfortable we're living in a bubble,

bubble. So comfortable we cannot see the trouble,

trouble. So put your rosecolored glasses on

and party on.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song.

Dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Turn it up, it's your fav'rite song,

dance, dance, dance to the distortion.

Turn it up, keep it on repeat,

stumbling around like a wasted zombie.

Yeah, we think we're free.

Drink, this one's on me.

We're all chained to the rhythm,

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

Are we to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

It is my desire:

break down the walls to connect,

inspire. Hey, up ina your high place,

liars, time is ticking for the empire.

The truth they feed is feeble as so many times before.

They greed over the people.

They stumbling and fumbling and we about to riot.

They woke up, they woke up the lions.

to the rhythm, to the rhythm.

goes on and on and on.

It goes on and on and on.

It goes on and on and on.

'Cause we're all chained to the rhythm.