Resonance

You are right chasing for the endless glory
Your sense is tied to the winsome handsomeness
Your sense is tied, your sense is tied
This new life is meant to thrill.

We've got the bid, the ties to control it
We don't care, don't give a shit
Your moral is our strength, your myopia is our ken, you're part of a play
You solely fight its symptoms, whilst you debate we force the cause.

We change the rules at discretion
And you are taking part to execute our will.

The end is on display
Forcing ‘Does' to aim high
The end is on display
Forcing ‘John Does' to aim high.

We've got the bid, the ties to control it
Higher goals, blinder pax, better chance for certainty, wealth and staidness
This is our link and you are just aboard.

The need to stand the pace, an urge of very presence
Lost contact to sensations
All experience, just further estrangement
More and more loose structure
Blurring with your haste, you're just attached
In thoughts ahead, getting lost in alternate worlds
Conscience disturbance.

Forlorn, in search of resonance
Searching for answers in a world that will not respond.

We've got the bid, the ties to control it
Yeah this new life is meant to be numb.