From the recording Muzz
Lyrics
Rushing
Everybody's crushing
There's no need to push in
Your time will come
Queuing
What the hell are we doing
Life keeps on moving
While we wait in line
Do you see at all?
It makes no sense at all?
Play dead
Everything has faded
Everything we made is
All but gone
I hate it
All that we've created
Has made us smug and sated
Where did we go wrong
Now we need to know how it ends
All we have is false pretence
Seething
Everything's lost meaning
I can hardly believe in
A word I say myself
We've sold out
After swearing we would hold out
We're popped out of the mould and
Onto the shelf
We play dead
So we don't have to face that
We've betrayed and replaced our
Ideals of youth
So now we're faithless
Brand-worshipping atheists
With an app we're told will save us
And we believe its true.
It comes at a cost to your soul
It makes no sense at all