We're approaching the gloatingOf another dealer's winning handThe inspiring delusionsLiving up to the dreams of modern manAnd I swear we put our lives into everything, giving all we haveBut we're lacking the reaping,slaughtering the weakest of society's hard working calvesTrying to bring us down againBut we're still having the times of our livesWhat we've lost we'll gain back againThe machine is tearing out our insides(repeat)We're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that you've cast asideInsuring our victory from mighty death's harvesting clock of timeYou're breathing down the neck of all our selfish insecuritiesBirthing the fate of the hate that's been breeding all our perfect impuritiesWe're climbing, still climbing this mountain that you've set before usWe'll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,but still this pressure's killing usWe're picking up all the pieces, all life's thesis, that you've cast asideInsuring our victory from mighty death's harvesting clock of timeOnly time will tell if this hard life meant anythingWe'll do whatever it takes not to make the mistakes,but still this pressure's killing usIf all we have still isn't good enough, then what's left to give?Breaking apart the nothing that's become our only incentiveSo mark our words and build our gravesYou're the excuse for all of our mistakesThe very reason that we turned out this wayAll the failure and all the heartacheAsking, pulling, taking all that's left in our livesThe machine is tearing out our insidesSo mark our words, and build our gravesYou're the excuse for all of our mistakesThe very reason that we turned out this wayAll the failure and all the heartacheSo mark our words, and build our gravesYou're the excuse for all of our mistakes
