the rope of mainstream hangs heavy
and we keep on loosing lives
dogmatic pulse of every system
and the footprints we leave behind
quality control, ordinarity, brutality
what have we become keeps us all in line

how cheap is life?

turmoil in our eyes often confused as pride
but you can’t fucking have everything
how cheap is life, the labour we all consume?
but you can’t fucking have everything
we need a goal to make it trough the day
and feed ourselves with the noise that it makes
with bitter alibies we carry on…