Going Backwards
Depeche Mode
We are not there yet
We have not evolved
We have no respect
We have lost control
We're going backwards
Ignoring the realities
Going backwards
Are you counting all the casualties?
We are not there yet
Where we need to be
We are still in debt
To our insanities
We're going backwards
Turning back our history
Going backwards
Piling on the misery
We can track in all the satellites
Seeing all in plain sight
Watch men die in real time
But we have nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We are not there yet
We have lost our soul
The course has been set
We're digging our own hole
We're going backwards
Armed with new technology
Going backwards
To a cavemen mentality
We can emulate on consoles
Killings we can control
For senses that have been dulled
Because there's nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing, nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing, nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing, nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing, nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
We feel nothing, nothing inside
We feel nothing inside
Because there's nothing inside
Because there's nothing inside