Hipsters with hats to hide their ordinary minds Young men in button-down shirts spouting political prophecies to prove a point Too cut and dry to see thereโs more to it all than a dot at the end of a line. Because lines are endless and so is time But they wouldnโt know because their grand silver watches pull their puppet strings So they run just to hide from their tick-tocking pride A pocket of bombs to blow up their lies And just as theyโre reaching their cubicle crate White Rabbit runs by them to tell them theyโre late