for the morrow of your marrow
it was decided that you'd be born in blood
with this blood, the death of connection
revel in the meaning of disconnection
as you sleep not so deep
you'd like to believe that you've played it safely
with this safety, reality's lost
get a grip this moment or you will be tossed
at birth you were given away
to strive for tomorrow and die today
at birth you were given away
to strive for nothing and decay
the past shows that nothing will last
so you will look back and scream at what you've done
with this, the recognition of your disease
revel in the meaning of guarantees
at birth you were given away
to strive for tomorrow and die today
at birth you were given away
to strive for nothing and decay
at birth you were given away
to strive for tomorrow and die today
at birth you were given away
mid-life crisis anew each day
you've all been led astray