Lyrics

An unfamiliar cold and a shining light
Doctors in masks and the sharp sound of your cries
Cut the cord; You’re on your own now.

And every day is just another step
You feel creation shrink with every passing breath
Practice the charade until you know how

We took jobs that we didn’t like
They paid the bills
But they hollowed us out inside
Stuffed with straw like a scarecrow

Built up restaurants and shopping malls
And sold our souls so we could buy it all
We never saw the ending coming

Buried the poor in debris and scraps
Flattened the land; never even looking back
Taking pride in our cunning

Fatigue takes place of sincere effort
And we take pills for every little discomfort
There were wins;
They were rare though

A sad history of little consequence
A summary captured in a single sentence
Our epitaphs will read: Unworthy!