آهنگ: Common Dead. Burn In The Gut.

The future fades / The past is all that's left / Clutching a perfect knife / I push them away / Say things I might regret / To change my fucking life / The pull in my chest / That damn burn in my gut / Regret, nervousness / Is this all I know? / How can one person in the crowd be alone? / Feeble ones pass by, delicate and dead / I once knew myself / I once knew happiness / Was that just my youth? Were things never true? / The pull in my chest / That damn burn in my gut / Regret, nervousness / Is this all I know? / Our experience lives mainly through our screens / So that we can breathe and not really live / How can one person be the crowd all alone? / Building our demise / Fucking up our lives / Machines have the say? Machines have the say? / No... fuck them all! / Our revival coming not from above / Screaming within / Our revival won't come!

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)