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