I feel my mind is decaying
My conscience is constantly saying

My life is just a waste
With no meaning
No significance in space

I've come to find in this human rat race
I'm always coming in last
I try not to last at the time that's passed
Because the future is coming too **** fast

In the desert
As the vultures circle over my head
The only people i see
Are those who are already dead

I have to fight to survive
What's the point in fighting
If i'm just gonna die?

I'll never accomplish my dreams
My aspirations from when i was a child
I'll be known as an accomplice to the conformist nation
To the scene parents thought was too **** wild

Yes, the wolves are in vicious circles
Waiting for their time
Their perfect moment
Yes, they will have there day

We may have made these chains
With our apathetic memories
Who's pulling the reins?
Who's controlling your destiny
We may have made these chains
Immobilized to our own tragedies
We can break these chains
And set ourselves free