Reflexes shot
The myth retired
Our lives confined
And unfulfilled
Between despondency and hope
Still ownards. Onwards
Ever onwards
Power, wealth, knowledge
My lifeline, my lifeline
My lifeline lost
As they herd us back
Into their cages fo comfort
Of need, of quiet mediocrity
We are but a small part
In a picture so big
It s obscene
Call it wasteland
Call it hell
I call it home, i call it life
My illusion s gone, this is it
Nothing more, nothing less
Hit floor, one last time
No more, no more