theory in practice the expiring utopia şarkı sözleri
Hammered and chiselled to fitI carry the yoke of total self-denialSlaves under doctrinal moralsOur minds are forged by the elite-technocracyWrapped in anonymity we're forced into patternsOf flattered emotional responseWe know all too well that our minds and bodiesAre but expendable softwareLike binary series of numbersWe stand in queue to be erasedIncreasing materialistic strifeHas redefined the meaning of lifeAnd the inflation of organic substance is highThrough misty eyes, sometimes we see beyondAnd sense the time when we still livedBut too tight are we chained to escapeThe path to mental freedom is forever lostCold and unfeeling we walkOn desolate streets that speak of times forgottenREduced to expendable assetsWe no longer question the reasonLike binary series of numbersWe stand in queue to be erasedThrough misty eyes, sometimes we see beyondAnd sense the time when we still livedBut too tight are we chained to escapeThe path to mental freedom is forever lost
