Confined by our own decisions
While they strive to keep the status-quo
Inside we're just as designed, constrained
No heart, no mind and no soul
Everything we feared the most is happening
Sorrow builds suffering tears just
Fall into place, help us drown in our own cowardice
Just to dry up and disappear
History repeats itself, shifting shape and keeping pace
With the customized versions of the theories we embrace
The lesson's always the same, the rules will never change
It's ever so hard to admit, things never rearrange
We don't move, we don't react in ways that contradict their purposes
The mechanics of the grand design
When the inkwells have spilled and the meaning has died
Will we then know it's time
S/H poets murder the pages, with headings that bear lies and mischief
But their inkwells will spill, and the meaning will die
Dancing to the sound of their bones snapping
We will amend this situation
Building us a reason to keep striving
We'll carry on until till the end of our time
Dancing to the sound of their bones snapping
We're gonna watch them fall, laughing
Keeping us alive artificially, we will
Die if it's what it takes, to start a brand new day
When you hear the calling come join the lines and
Help us free, patch this bleeding world as hate
Disappears, thrown from currency to past
When the inkwells have spilled and the meaning has died
Will we then know it's time
To end the grand design, which despite what you think
Holds nothing divine, it's you or me who's behind a relay race
I watched the stars as they turned to, they turned red, that night
