Been stalking streets for eyes to meet
But the faces I see greet me not
What has happened to us?
I remember a time when we were living
We’re losing it
We rush through senseless stress depressed
Far ahead of time itself
Say, where will this end?
I guess we pretend that this is living
Still we’re choosing this
Life like there’s all there is
If I’d dare, I’d surely live
And on the throne, let’s place a man
That greets the devil through burned lands
His hands are forcing deals through
So that we’ll feel security
A slow drown
In what we need
This is all there is
For a people lost in high pace
We feed these empty lives
With gadgets made to kill time
Yes, we need a lot of time
To catch up with these soulless lives
Are we too deep within?
Is this all there is?
Are we such slaves to high pace?