Contextualize it and justify
as the passive servility eats you alive.
Like a Japanese girl with a taste for absurdity
roped up and screaming for more.

In spineless decisions you cling to a lie.
A futile attempt to uphold your claim.
As new generation of nihilist rage
get a grip on how to get shit done.

We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
I survive through the blaze of another day -
lower down and hide.
Let me wake in a dream where you come undone -
Sweet relief!

Barter, compile it, package the scam.
Analyze the effects and the overall consequence.
Duping the masses. So fucking what.
You get what you give - I can see it now.

Bring in the puppets, turn on the lights.
Round up the gullable sheep.
Deliver the drama. Fake and obscene.
The drug of a nation asleep.

We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.

Die please stop this. I'm begging you. Cease to breathe.

You are killing everything I love.

We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
As the cane draws a line in the sands of time -
blood covers bone.
In the eyes of the dying I can read your thoughts -
Guilty as charged.

Guinea pigs all.
Selfless and blind.
An effortless crime.
No wonder it's all going down.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): ANDERS MARTIN BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK BJOERLER, PATRIK JENSEN, PER MOELLER JENSEN, PETER WILHARD INGVAR DOLVING