Standard (EADGBE)
Individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones,
has reached a critical mass, has reached a critical mass.
Individuals hide in fear, under cover sheltered by the wafer,
thin veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence.
Individuals, nowhere to be seen.
Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass with maggots,
cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat.
Oozing with progeny writhing, and desperate for input from
someone more determined, someone more determined.
Congregating in invisible circles, half apart and, half apart.
All too aware of the insignificance, pushing on with soul and heart.
Solo chords are: x3
Individuals dont pray for forgiveness, when pinned up against the wall,
under siege of persecution, under siege of persecution.
Individuals command exemption, and accept dichotomy,
maybe you cant choose anymore, maybe you cant choose anymore.
Procreation, without gain or purpose, languid wills and torpid minds.
Catapulted ever faster, by the arrow time, you take yours and Ill keep mine.