Paroles de The Expiring Utopia

Hammered and chiselled to fit I carry the yoke of total self-denial Slaves under doctrinal morals Our minds are forged by the elite-technocracy Wrapped in anonymity we're forced into patterns Of flattered emotional response We know all too well that our minds and bodies Are but expendable software Like binary series of numbers We stand in queue to be erased Increasing materialistic strife Has redefined the meaning of life And the inflation of organic substance is high Through misty eyes, sometimes we see beyond And sense the time when we still lived But too tight are we chained to escape The path to mental freedom is forever lost Cold and unfeeling we walk On desolate streets that speak of times forgotten REduced to expendable assets We no longer question the reason Like binary series of numbers We stand in queue to be erased Through misty eyes, sometimes we see beyond And sense the time when we still lived But too tight are we chained to escape The path to mental freedom is forever lost