Counting the seconds
Wasted for useless action
Without any satisfaction
I see no sense in it all
Trapped in this machine
Forced to go on
Don’t ask for the meaning
Don’t question the way that it should be

Senseless, aimless
We’re wasting our time
Nothing is left of us
But the ghosts of ourselves

Nothing is fucking left
But the ghosts of ourselves

Adopt and incorporate
Keep your complaints for yourself
Adopt and incorporate
Keep your complaints for yourself