The engagement is taking on a meaning all its own. Who called for this piece of intelligence? Ratting out our fellow man. De-stabilizing the public discourse. Misinterpreting all attempts at simple wisdom. Nothing profound, mind you. That's part of their arsenal.. to turn us on each other. Label the free thinker as madman, or, worse yet self-indulgent idealist. But we know the score. We've looked up at the point of no return. Done the numbers. And sure enough, things aren't looking too good for the home team. But you've got to look carefully. Figure out who's minding the big board.. who's got their finger on the pulse... Cause the beat is happening all around you. And it ain't exactly getting equal time. Get a grip. We're going in... Districts of alienation are sprouting up on every corner. Gotta watch where you turn. And I don't mean be on your guard. Just aware. What are you going to do? Turn that dial down to a lesser frequency? Is it in you? Mission control lost touch. And their funding is looking a bit speculative. A matter currently courting public opinion. Haven't we seen enough failure to call upon some fairly profound and pervasive recall. Curtains... Yeah, but who's asking the question? Or, better yet, demanding an answer? Feeling a bit lost in space? Danger... Danger... And don't give me your solutions.. your one-eyed dissolutions. Who's got time for that? Put your ear to the wall and your iron to the fire. Make it count. Go for broke. Let them hear you in the cheap seats. You there. Filling your pages at the coffee house.. what are you bringing to the party? Cause it's pull-your-weight hour tonight. And we've got little patience for nay-sayers -- unless of course they've got something to say. You dig? Don't you worry. We've all passed our IQ tests here. And we're happy to say we fell safely below the mean. A spirited bunch are we. Doing that limbo dance... see how low you can go and maintain your equilibrium. Another night at the opera.