Cripple Bastards - Self-Zeroing lyrics
[Cripple Bastards - Self-Zeroing lyrics]
Another long day just dropping our time
Heads bowed – cottonwool turning us blind
Another long day dumb party to your crimes
The burden presses even if we crawl
Another long day accepting a hideous price
Skilled hands stifling our cries
Years gone to satisfy whims of others
We’re tired, exhausted
Channelled through anxiety’s dead-ends
Your increasing for further gains
As repetitiveness tramples on our talent
Anteroom to the darkеst existential nonsensе
Dumb party to your crimes
Just dropping our time
Cottonwool turning us blind
Dreams are over
Collapsing into a sordid chasm
Where vital souls are aging terribly
Prostrated by schemes fancy's melted away
Draining an immense cry
Life fated to drain – efforts driving nowhere
Grey ocean's void – the shade of our boredom
Life fated to drain –
Actions turned into functions
Grey ocean's void – detached in depression
A mask soldered on-face
Tears fermenting beneath
This mechanical regularity I’ll never fit in
Screwed by a waste-dependence role
Your urges of expansion
Always fed by a circle of fools
Goin’ on to breathe a sense of instability
"Non-affordable", the norm, "resignation"
It's backbone
How can we run so beyond self-esteem
Where’s the value of strain
In a production labyrinth
Transfiguring every trace of individuality?
Knelt down to a dimension
Of easily replaceable tesserae
Immured to eternity in a made-to-measure cast
Norn in automatic misery
Social crisis the excuse
You have no guts for despising and changing
Settled in conventionality
A programed fate based on monotony
Reflections of failure
"A job like many other"
I’ll never tolerate to watch myself
Dying after fourty years rotting
Heads bowed – cottonwool turning us blind
Another long day dumb party to your crimes
The burden presses even if we crawl
Another long day accepting a hideous price
Skilled hands stifling our cries
Years gone to satisfy whims of others
We’re tired, exhausted
Channelled through anxiety’s dead-ends
Your increasing for further gains
As repetitiveness tramples on our talent
Anteroom to the darkеst existential nonsensе
Dumb party to your crimes
Just dropping our time
Cottonwool turning us blind
Dreams are over
Collapsing into a sordid chasm
Where vital souls are aging terribly
Prostrated by schemes fancy's melted away
Draining an immense cry
Life fated to drain – efforts driving nowhere
Grey ocean's void – the shade of our boredom
Life fated to drain –
Actions turned into functions
Grey ocean's void – detached in depression
A mask soldered on-face
Tears fermenting beneath
This mechanical regularity I’ll never fit in
Screwed by a waste-dependence role
Your urges of expansion
Always fed by a circle of fools
Goin’ on to breathe a sense of instability
"Non-affordable", the norm, "resignation"
It's backbone
How can we run so beyond self-esteem
Where’s the value of strain
In a production labyrinth
Transfiguring every trace of individuality?
Knelt down to a dimension
Of easily replaceable tesserae
Immured to eternity in a made-to-measure cast
Norn in automatic misery
Social crisis the excuse
You have no guts for despising and changing
Settled in conventionality
A programed fate based on monotony
Reflections of failure
"A job like many other"
I’ll never tolerate to watch myself
Dying after fourty years rotting