Spirit in silence, too calloused too feel
Engrained in the program; raise your head, dig-in your heels
"Do you feel better? Or do you feel worse?"
Into isolation I recede; find out what works
So what will it be?
Death sedation, a culture of vanity
Politicians chuckle and fuel the growth-rate their wallets
Innovation for the fools
Invading your thoughts, telling you that you cannot
Activation - sink into the decline
The strictest of truths
F*ck all competition
You're not first, ill show you what's worse
To have run, to have crawled
Forever forgotten, we've all left our marks
Are we here at all?
So what will it be?
Death sedation, a culture of vanity
Politicians chuckle and fuel the growth-rate their wallets
They never thought of the sight of you
Impairing your mind, a threat to all of humankind
Once more, bring forth the fall. Bring forth the fall
How fitting, we're not ones for happy endings
We've lost all feeling, we've pushed all will to suffer
We've severed the ties to separating wrong and right
We all fall. Every life will lose
So what will it be
Well what will it be
Is this living