it's all an illusion
a careful brain wash
let's smooth out the wrinkles
we'll take away the pain
the taste of life is up to me
it leaves too suddenly for me to breathe
and all the time that isn't left for me
should only remind you to leave me alone
choose the values to place on life
our status is built on strife
you wouldn't know it but it's true
the contaminants keep us safe
the taste of life is up to me
it leaves too suddenly for me to breathe
and all the time that isn't left for me
should only remind you to leave me alone
we are in our impure home
victims to inertia
we are in our impure home
victims to propaganda
we are in our impure home
victims to inertia
we are in our impure home
victims to propaganda
we were born here
we will die here
we were born here
we will die here
