Lyrics

Reflexes shot The  myth retired Our  lives confined And unfulfilled Between despondency and hope Still  onwards. onwards Ever  onwards Power, wealth, knowledge My  lifeline, my lifeline My lifeline lost As they herd us back Into their cages for comfort Of  need, of quiet mediocrity We are but a small part In a picture so big It s obscene Power, wealth, knowledge My lifeline, my lifeline My lifeline lost Call it wasteland Call it hell I call it home, I call it life My illusion s gone, this is it Nothing more, nothing less Hit floor, one last time No more, no more Reflexes shot The myth retired Our lives confined And unfulfilled Between despondency and hope Still onwards. onwards Ever onwards Call it wasteland Call it hell I call it home, I call it life