Lyrics:

It's a better way to feel

Don't be real, be post modern

(it's not that one dimensional, it's not the only thought)



It's a better way to feel

When you're not real, you're post modern

(it's not that one dimensional, it's not the only thought)



I stopped and waited for progress

I stopped and waited for progress

I stopped and waited

But I'm not willing to accept it all



This wooden idea is your method of repetition

This wooden idea is how you sell reduction



It's the best way to feel

Don't be real, it's post modern

(it's not that one dimensional, it's not the only thought)



It's a better way to feel

When you're not real, you're post modern

(it's not that one dimensional, it's not the only thought)



You can't keep waiting for progress

You can't keep waiting for progress

You can't keep waiting

And I'm not willing to accept it all



This wooden idea is your method of repetition

This wooden idea is how you sell reduction



I bet you don't know how to spell contradiction

I bet you don't know how to sell conviction

I bet you don't know how to spell contradiction

I bet you don't know how to sell conviction



This wooden idea is your method of repetition

This wooden idea is how you sell reduction