I felt it slip away The time we use to take How it got this way I sit and often wonder Why couldn't you stay There was so much more I wanted you to know
I can see The sickness deep inside It is the end of me, It's rising to the surface I feel the walls are closing in on me I've lost control now And I
fight Under a pilgrims plight For a better way of life See we sail the seas with a sun stained atlas To escape the day to day mental mundane madness That
renegades who fight Under a pilgrims plight for a better way of life See we sail the seas with a sun stained atlas To escape the day to day mental mundane
Under a pilgrims plight For a better way of life See we sail the seas with a sun stained atlas To escape the day to day mental mundane madness That consumes
your hand, As easy to configure as supply and demand. Robots hurtin' robots, ain't that cool? If you hurt your kind, then you're lookin' like a fool. Modern day
