The Race To Die

We've waged this war since birth

To cover up this earth with houses and roads

Now everything must grow

Expansion is our goal (extinction is our goal)

Now bolt these houses

Down plant these children in the ground

Now drive to work with blinders on

Where everyone has got two jobs

And four kids and three cars and one boat

Everyone's chasing the same fucking thing

Raise your head and brace yourself

(raise your head you're someone else)

Now cry yourself to sleep

Upon your king size bed with silk sheets

Credit buys you everything

Except love

Except life

Except this

Everyone's chasing the same fucking thing