Lies, distractions, compelled to consume
Highs, addictions, quick fixes spell our doom
Numb lethargic apathy, indifferent existence, persistent
An empty, endless race against mortality
Running from the truth; that death's a certainty
Blind, denial, striving to negate
Malign, defile, trying to cheat our fate
Stealing from the future, collective suicide, justified
An empty, endless race against mortality
We're running from the truth; that death's a certainty
Sickness of the soul beyond all control
Fiend for ways to fill the hole
Time comes to take its toll
Devoured, swallowed whole
No salvation, we choose to be slaves
Woe, desolation, we're marching to our graves
An empty, endless race against mortality
We can't escape the fact: Our death's a certainty