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You are right chasing for the endless glory

your sense is tied to the winsome handsomeness

Your sense is tied, your sense is tied

This new life is meant to thrill

We've got the bid, the ties to control it

We don't care, don't give a shit

Your moral is our strength, your myopia is our ken, you're part of a play

You solely fight its symptoms, whilst you debate we force the cause

We change the rules at discretion

and you are taking part to execute our will

The end is on display

forcing ‘Does’ to aim high

The end is on display

forcing ‘John Does’ to aim high

We've got the bid, the ties to control it

Higher goals, blinder pax, better chance for certainty, wealth and staidness

This is our link and you are just aboard

The need to stand the pace, an urge of very presence

Lost contact to sensations

All experience, just further estrangement

more and more loose structure

Blurring with your haste, you're just attached

in thoughts ahead, getting lost in alternate worlds

Conscience disturbance

Forlorn, in search of resonance

Searching for answers in a world that will not respond

We've got the bid, the ties to control it

Yeah this new life is meant to be numb