Perpetual limbo, our life, strung out by routine
Why are we cornered by choices we made?
Stagnant progression
Perpetual limbo, our pointless life
Stagnant progression
All we are - worthless stains prolonging existence
What we are - a cesspool of procreating misery
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
We are infertile, we are rotting soil
We are p***s on this wretched coil
All we are - worthless stains prolonging existence
What we are - a cesspool of procreating misery
Break up the routine - in me
Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Mechanized to follow this pattern of abnegation
Robotized to fit the mold of our world, surrender.
Break up the routine - in me
Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Words are written and voices are heard
Big empty gestures, yet nothing turns
This is the epitomy of mankind
The height of consciousness
Why are we cornered by choices we made?
Stagnant progression
Perpetual limbo, our pointless life
Stagnant progression
All we are - worthless stains prolonging existence
What we are - a cesspool of procreating misery
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
We are infertile, we are rotting soil
We are p***s on this wretched coil
All we are - worthless stains prolonging existence
What we are - a cesspool of procreating misery
Break up the routine - in me
Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Slaves to the grind, slaves to our basic needs
Start - Stop - Play - Repeat
Mechanized to follow this pattern of abnegation
Robotized to fit the mold of our world, surrender.
Break up the routine - in me
Break up the spiral of our defunct lives
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Break up the routine - in me
Breaking the chains
Words are written and voices are heard
Big empty gestures, yet nothing turns
This is the epitomy of mankind
The height of consciousness