Afterdusk - Mundane Lyrics

We're all just random pawns
Playing a game that just drags on
The mundane may have a higher call
But be sure it's never the one we want

Unamused or too enthused
We all sustain our soul's abuse

Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left

I'm ashamed to say that we might be here
Just to waste away
Is anything at random
Are these events prefixed in tandem
Is the timeline bound to break
Do my actions or factions determinate

Break memories
We anticipate nothing
Pathetic display
Just to control something
Brain waves
In a haze
Got us sleeping for days
Self worship disguised as a deity
At the alter
Praying for intervention
What is sacred you turn into superstition
Ignorance of self importance

Self worship

Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left
I heard you say it's all a part of the plan
Consider fate might be for the hell of it

We fill our hands with empty tasks
And pray our lives so short will last
I don't think you're as involved as they say you are
Free will can not exist with predetermined scars

Object of
Heresy
Project through vacancy
Divine in the mundane

Reach out to touch the voice in my head
Medicate to break and take what's left
I heard you say it's all a part of the plan
Consider fate might be for the hell of it

Be for the hell of it