Thrive All time we've used for nothing real Strive Suffer now, at least you feel
Soulless body here to wander Fed the tragedy of lust Fooled through concepts, fake designs Ongoing, you know you must
Who will justify? A parametric tragedy Who will testify? I'm dead all through Who will justify? A paramedic tragedy Who will testify? One mourning firmament
Repression, erasure of real thought Fading away, is this the goal you sought? Spirit died, left issues unbrought Desolate ways, for this place you fought
We are left beneath
It's a dead position here Without particular reason All these schemes that you hold dear It can't seem to be treason?
