| There are no words that one can say | |
| To justify oneself of existing conditions today | |
| The race is on and yet the stakes are fucking high | |
| So we gather all we can | |
| Cause it ain't worth a shit when we die | |
| For lack of resistance | |
| We cling to our existence | |
| Assuming position | |
| Aborting your mission | |
| Fed up with the fucking lies | |
| Fed up with the world's demise | |
| Fed up with the human race | |
| I'll disappear without a trace | |
| Trying times - no peace of mind | |
| So we fight amongst ourselves | |
| And we'll leave next to nothing behind | |
| Fill the void - to satisfy | |
| So we bite the hand that feeds us | |
| A seemingly endless supply | |
| In search for a saviour | |
| Condoning this behaviour | |
| Denial - we live in | |
| When all is not forgiven |
| There are no words that one can say | |
| To justify oneself of existing conditions today | |
| The race is on and yet the stakes are fucking high | |
| So we gather all we can | |
| Cause it ain' t worth a shit when we die | |
| For lack of resistance | |
| We cling to our existence | |
| Assuming position | |
| Aborting your mission | |
| Fed up with the fucking lies | |
| Fed up with the world' s demise | |
| Fed up with the human race | |
| I' ll disappear without a trace | |
| Trying times no peace of mind | |
| So we fight amongst ourselves | |
| And we' ll leave next to nothing behind | |
| Fill the void to satisfy | |
| So we bite the hand that feeds us | |
| A seemingly endless supply | |
| In search for a saviour | |
| Condoning this behaviour | |
| Denial we live in | |
| When all is not forgiven |
| There are no words that one can say | |
| To justify oneself of existing conditions today | |
| The race is on and yet the stakes are fucking high | |
| So we gather all we can | |
| Cause it ain' t worth a shit when we die | |
| For lack of resistance | |
| We cling to our existence | |
| Assuming position | |
| Aborting your mission | |
| Fed up with the fucking lies | |
| Fed up with the world' s demise | |
| Fed up with the human race | |
| I' ll disappear without a trace | |
| Trying times no peace of mind | |
| So we fight amongst ourselves | |
| And we' ll leave next to nothing behind | |
| Fill the void to satisfy | |
| So we bite the hand that feeds us | |
| A seemingly endless supply | |
| In search for a saviour | |
| Condoning this behaviour | |
| Denial we live in | |
| When all is not forgiven |