Indecision - May Be Monitored For Quality Control Lyrics

Our teeth break on nails yet we chew on them still

as moths to a flame

no one is saved

no one still lives

driven by guilt and greed and numb to all extremes

and you want everything in arms reach

gorge yourself on images and promises

but what do you have? what do you feel?

what do you want besides more?

what is your definition of what is real?

who uses you and what for?

sculpted, written in stone: the myth of "satisfaction"

reach out for the intangible

chase your fantasy in to the wasteland

shit breeding shit - this what is left of us

shit breeding shit - what has become of us?

"give me convenience or give me death"

this is what rapes us, makes us and breaks us every f*cking day