Songtext von Subsistence Defined

Is there a side to take? If one could be correct… Concern is but a notion Following compulsion Confound by principles of aim No increment of gain Each flag yields no return A tarnished hue of comfort Will you find the time to tend your own? Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains? When you’re there, you’ll know It’s the place where all goes to hell When you’re there, you’ll know You’ll know Got to Must Can’t adjust Can’t think clearly Can’t gain my trust Because me is us No majority Got to Must Must adjust Adjust severely Remove the rust Clear the dust Am I still underneath? It’s out of my hands Separation; isolation The prospect of change is elusive My resolve remains tenacious Will you find the time to tend your own? Do you cut your loss and seek greener plains? When you’re there, you’ll know It’s the place where all goes to hell When you’re there, you’ll know You’ll know Empty Nothing Inside Worthy Unsure Nervous Tension Purpose No sleep Pale skin Nauseous Choking Pressure Heightening Ruthless Crushing Hope is Dead Got to Must Can’t adjust Can’t think clearly Can’t gain my trust Because me is us No majority Got to Must Must adjust Adjust severely Remove the rust Clear the dust Am I still underneath?