Cradle of mindless ants life's deaths wasted on
What daily drudging forced on you?
Life's deaths wasted on what
Stupid drones off to work never thinking
Its worth wishing they had not been birthed into
This world of waste
This world of waste
Grinding away at nothing
Forced to believe there'd be something
After life
After life
Stupid drones off to work never thinking
Its worth wishing they had not been birthed into
This world of waste
This world of waste
Grinding away at nothing
Forced to believe there'd be something
After life
After life
Grinding away at nothing
Forced to believe there'd be something
After life
After life
To live a lie like this
Surley a joke to those who'd listen
To not sell drugs or pop pills
A joke in itself
To not see enough chapters
Surley a joke to those who'd been there
To not see the frustration
A joke in itself
Lay down meet your death
Push redemption, pay your debt
God rest your little head
Being a corpse is euphoria
Life's death wasted on what
Daily drudging forced on your life
Deaths wasted on what
At nothing forced to believe there'd be something after life
Rot is good
Being a corpse is a good day
Lie bastards here in death
Being a corpse is euphoria
No reason, feels so good
Being a corpse is euphoria
