here the man draws the line for separation watch the man build up his walls for isolation walk no mile i m sick and tired of all the cowards at the radio station no cathartic plot to thicken to quote the vernacular i d say that you re chicken we re going nowhere and it s happening fast a dim future and a darker past somewhere away from here from past mistakes they often learn at fahrenheit 451 you close your doors and let it burn yeah yeah yeah pharisees in the church time to take a vacation pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation we re going nowhere and it s happening fast a dim future and a darker past  somewhere away from here from past mistakes they often learn at fahrenheit 451 you close your doors and let it burn the radio is preaching the candy coated goo the record companies and the tv too no one rocks the boat terrified of trouble can t tamper with the walls of their sterile christian bubble it was never your point to get people saved you pad yourself with fluff just because you re afraid i m not afraid to point the finger now the choir s so used to the preacher anyhow we re going nowhere and it s happening fast a dim future and a darker past somewhere away from here from past mistakes they often learn at fahrenheit 451 you close your doors and let it burn somewhere away from here from past mistakes they often learn at fahrenheit 451 you close your doors and let it burn yeah yeah yeah