The System

Watch winds, I hope I'm gonna make it Fly high, just trying to escape it Gone numb from waiting too long I'd rather die young than fuel the system Fake names, a feeling of a guest list Same brains, we're buying kinda business Fuck that, where did we go wrong? I'd rather die young than fuel the system I become a shell of myself Too close, swallowed by the replays Inferno, coming now, it's too late Black tar is filling my lungs I'd rather die young than fuel the system Embers dancing in the white ash Dripped feet, poison in my gas mask No life left on this Earth Everything's gone to the system Dead in the face Maybe I'm designed to waste away I'm losing my taste Maybe I'll fight another day Dead in the face Maybe I'm designed to waste away I'm losing my taste Maybe I'll fight another day Take what you want I surrender myself for a feeling I lose my fucking mind just to hear this constant noise Oh, are we all designed to waste away? Breakdown Breakdown I know I'm gonna fucking breakdown I become a shell of myself But I don't wanna call this a breakdown Self-destruct, I live in this hell 'Cause I can't find any way to breakout