Quite Exciting, This Computer Magic

These things just seem so minimal when were still told who we can and cannot love
 I'm a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when I fail
 Have we forgotten why we sing?
 Or given up on everything?
 Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
 Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
 We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn
 This room is filled with smoke and I can barely breathe
 These kids won't even remember me
 Someone take me home
 Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
 Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
 We're cutting the threads of the things we've sewn
 Honey, we've shrunk the kids will to fight
 Replaced the fire inside with a yellow light
 We're coming to terms with the seeds we've sown