Chained to the rhythm

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, trouble

Aren’t you lonely, 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 rose-colored glasses on
And party on

Turn it up, it’s your favorite 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 tone deaf, keep sweeping it under the mat
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 rose-colored glasses on
And party on

It goes on and on and on
It goes on and on and on