Degraded

We're throwing caution to the wind We are consistent in our flaws Predictably, we have no goals Incapable of abstract thoughts Wondering how long it might take to be through I can't improve, I can't improve, I can't improve Some good ideas split in two So solemn and melancholy Another thing that you can do Unwillingly for some money We're absolutely obsolete Intolerant and overheating Leaving our footprints in the concrete There's nothing left here to compete for Degrade into a fraction of yourself Degrade into a fraction of yourself Degrade into a fraction of yourself Wondering how long it might take to leave you I can't improve, I can't improve, I can't improve