No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate
Life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?
And now our virgin minds are raped
Another insignificance to join the rat raceSelf indulgence within our grasp, we're taught but torn
The sanctity of life, so vulnerable, the world keeps turning
We spin out of controlGuided, or could this mean misguided, no time for questions
Preoccupied with pressing on, the world keeps turning
We overdose on overdriveSuperior species with inferior ideas, we overload our bodies and minds
Respect this world while committing suicide, poison trait
We're the cause not the cure, our methods of fulfillment
Will surely drag us downGuided, or could this mean misguided, our virgin minds are raped
The world keeps turning, we overdose on overdrive
We spin out of controlIn stalemate, we stagnate
Songwriters
Jesus Ernesto Pintado Andrade;Mark Peter GreenwayPublished by
EMI APRIL MUSIC, INC.