A story old as earth They're all to serve Something directs our ways... Manipulates... There can be no search For any guilty dirt Can watch but don't see through... Anything you do...
Old habits will stay Rise, damn, cry, pray Destined to be controlled? Great pain, no fault
Systems will always be And we will learn to see... To calculate the state... is all it hates... Resignation maintain Will paralyse our sane Already amuses us... (that) everybody laughs
Old habits will stay Rise, damn, cry, pray Destined to be controlled? Great pain, no fault
