Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you want to feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We’re divided. It seems, this is a diary of life in between.
This is obese and obscene. This isn’t music, it’s a pyramid scheme. Oh…
And out here on the border line, you’ve got to hold it together!
You’ve been deprived of dedication.
You’ve been condemned by your dreams!
And out here on the border line, it feels a lot like forever.
We’ll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine.
Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down, kept it in near the ground.
Now they’re praying for sound.
