Now is the time we figure things out
Or we both go our separate ways
Have they taken our will
And the thrill of the fight
Or are we giving them hell to pay
It's not alright
It's not okay
It's not the way things have to be
It's gone on too long
Complacently
Comfortably numb
The human disease
Abstract oblivion
All fore mentioned just doublespeak
We're overwhelmed with the underwhelming
Over fed and starving for more
Buying all the pitch is selling
If the good die young
What am I trying for
Still life surrealist
You've lost your way
We've found the movement
In the rhythm of the beat
Our destiny is machine made
Living life through these minor chords
Taking the path of least resistance
Instead of following our hearts
Flat-lined
No we don't have a pulse
Our blood is on the market
Stock prices are falling
The thief has broken in
But there is nothing left to steal
Robbed of each last dignity
Salivating at the kill
A televised rendition
Of this lethal injection
Perfecting imperfections
Peeling back each layer of skin
If this blood in my veins was oil
They'd kill me, bleed me dry
Salivating at each last drop
We put a price on our time
We put a price on our life
We put a price on our heart
And now we have nothing left to sell