| Have I been consumed
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| Calculating every move
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| As if I’ve got something more important to prove
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| As if I am someone more important than you
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| Would I do it any different if I could choose
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| It feels so lifeless
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| It feels so numb
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| Achievement
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| Is the death of endeavor and birth of disgust
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| This is the trap of having something to live for
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| Everything else feels so lifeless
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| Feels so lifeless
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| Feels so cold and empty here
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| Follow your dreams
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| Abandon your losses
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| No matter what the cost is
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| Disregard your sanity
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| Leave it behind with your friends and family
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| You’re under a spell not in front of a gun
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| Another rat in the race
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| Not fooling anyone
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| When did my body become so heavy
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| When did my actions start effecting so many
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| Through a life of contradictions
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| And a heart of good intentions
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| Will I ever find the balance
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| Between love and competition
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| I’m starting to lose my focus
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| If you’re always pushing forward
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| Unable to see what you’re moving towards
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| This isn’t disease it’s a disorder
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| Ego manifests defense as stubbornness
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| Again and again and again
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| Is it in my head
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| Is it all in my head
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| You’re under a spell not in front of a gun
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| Another rat in the race
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| Not fooling anyone
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| When did my body become so heavy
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| When did my actions start effecting so many
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| Through a life of contradictions
|
| And a heart of good intentions
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| Will I ever find the balance
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| Between love and competition
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| I’m starting to lose my focus
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| What once was full is empty now
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| A raging river into a drought
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| The landscapes that were shaped
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| Have been laid to waste
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| What once was full is empty now
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| A raging river into a drought
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| The landscapes that were shaped
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| Are forever etched in the messes we’ve made |