Now show me the cynic
With the weight
He knows is his to bare
He gives up
He gives in again
The moment we are born
We start to degenerate
Wasted potential
What new hell is this?
Is this us? Is this me?
Are we not free?
So sweet, so mechanical
I'm too tired, too f**ed
And when reason ends
It hits me like a truck
Through disappointment
Through expectations
We give up, we give in
The big radiating nothing
So sweet, so mechanical
I'm too tired, too f**ed
And when reason ends
It hits me like a truck
Their schools, their values
Their standards, their lies
Their institutions
Their national pride
As their words salt the wounds
You are soothed
By the drone of days
Perfectly detached
Their schools, their values
Their standards, their lies
Their institutions
Their national pride
As their words salt the wounds
You are soothed
By the drone of days
Perfectly detached
So sweet, so mechanical
I'm too tired, too f**ed
And when reason ends
It hits me like a...