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