Here we are, the tapestry
Living in an atmosphere of tragedy
When did our sins, make our devils, our saints
Sing a chorus in pleasure for pain
Down, down trodden it seems
With out the missing piece
Of who we needed to be
Whether you do or don't your damned
Just understand it's out of our hands
Here we are
Oh, here we are
Here we are, the tapestry
Stuck in the profit center of society
It's hard to believe we're in charge of the show
A bunch of cybernetic monkeys
Hell we're practically drones
With all the lies, lies
To hide the will to survive
We're just a bunch of dollar signs
That don't seem to mind
As long as it doesn't interrupt our TV shows
We'll go along pretending
It's all ribbons and bows
Here we are
Oh, here we are
Here we are, the tapestry
Living in an atmosphere of tragedy
When did our sins, make our devils, our saints
Sing a chorus in pleasure for pain
Here we are