Hadean

Hadean - The Ocean

Written by：Robin Staps

Sitting out the goosestep

Of the long march of the yes men

As their gold card wielding wives

Are consumed by bitterness

It takes a lifetime to conceive

That your days in the sun are but brief

So they snivel and repeat the echoes

That buzz off every screen

No wonder that the sociopaths

At the top of the human thrash pile

Refer to us as cattle we are branded sold and fated

We're raised for a purpose

A drear existence on the work farm

And then a quiet death in the nursing barn

You must pay your dues

You must pay your dues cries the humble mind

We're distracted with excuses

Why we can't reach for the stars

And so we never spring to arms

To claim back what's being taken from us here

Every single f**king day

If you can't beat 'em join 'em another one cries we're distracted with excuses

Why we can't reach for the stars

And so we never spring to arms

To reclaim what we are losing

Every day

We're distracted with excuses

Why we can't reach for the stars

And so we never spring to arms

To reclaim what we are losing

Every single f**king day