Lyrics
Ascending from the common, look into the bottom
It will call you soon
It’s all too perfect, like a growing insect
You’re locked up in a cocoon
(still it’s like an empty tomb)
For your audience, all you do make sense
So little to care about
They like it best when they are impressed
By your mighty bank account
(The days you’d better start to count)
One day I’ll see you crawling deep beneath the dirt of your
Serenity you broadcast from a sickening world so purely fake
You’re not different, just a human fragment
That’s nothing but sold and bought
The spotlight’s shining and the cams are rolling
The peace of mind you’ve sought
(the peace of a mind without a thought)