Lyrics
Sometimes I sit and wonder what the meaning of life is,
An empty game of chasing love like Richard Dreyfuss?,
I’m righteous in the way I write this,
As I’m here watching life fade away, like a mid life crisis,
Until that fatal day, life is passing us by,
I’m just looking for answers, like the passion of Christ,
I’m not the passionate type, thus my humdrum existence,
So now I’m reevaluating life from a distance,
For instance, am I putting it to good use?
Am I truly doing, what I should do?
Am I living up life to my potential?
That’s essential, it’s not all about credentials,
Am I thinking by myself, or are there outside forces?
Forcing me in directions, that are way off course,
Is reality, really a reality?
Or is it preconceptions, shaping our mentality?
It’s fact, as I sit back, I’m realizing that we’re all monotone,
All hollow drones [4x]
Mere robots, who know not, what to do or think,
Until its all written clearly in blue or black ink,
We’re told what is beautiful, told what is right,
Told what is dark, and told what is light,
It’s almost like, we don’t have, brains of our own,
Since the day that we’re born, we’re trained and were told,
The truth as it’s known, in the present day and age,
And until things change, we’re forever staying caged,
Like the animals we are, puppets of society,
Taking everything as fact, not thinking that they lie to me,
It’s fact, as I sit back, I’m realizing that we’re all monotone,
All hollow drones [4x]
Ask any decent person, what they’re doing in life,
And they’ll answer right back, that they’re doing what’s right,
Receiving an education, so they can make the green,
While in the back of their minds, they think they can chase a dream,
But we don’t have an option to, it’s near impossible,
Cause everything in life, becomes a damn obstacle,
With lies on top of lies, and all these webs of meaning,
All that really means is that we’re dead with reasoning,
Not thinking for our own, programmed by ‘norms’,
‘Standards’, ‘facts’, but we mustn’t conform,
Don’t believe all the media, they feeding ya lies,
They leading ya blind, so I’m pleading you try,
To be different, a product, of your own mind,
Don’t fall into the trap, which is known as the ‘bind,’
Now is the time, rise against the machine,
Put an end to the regime, which is known as the government… (government echoes)
It’s fact, as I sit back, I’m realizing that we’re all monotone,
All hollow drones [4x]
