This Routine is Hell - Make Haste | Текст песни

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A derailing train of thoughts hit my head today. One question raised:
When going forward means leaving all our dreams behind, how long will it take to start changing course?
We'd rather sleep than try to think. We'd rather die than try to use our fucking heads.
With tired eyes too exhausted to even blink we digest the 'natural' progress. We're working harder but we're getting less.

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