Tekster: Chaser. Numb America. World Of Routine.

The water?s rising high, save your self.
Running, running, running; don?t stop for no one else.
Fending for your life; stranded all alone.
Now this ship is sinking and you?re on your own.

?Cause everybody around here?s got a problem, see,
when ?Do unto others? holds no meaning.
We?re droning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.
No direction, plot, or lead.
You, too, will be stranded in a time of urgency.
What?s the meaning?

We?ve got our own ideals.
Yeah, everybody believes in something,
but we?ve been conflicting because we have yet to see:
the meaning of this life, or an immortal being,
the scriptures proved true, or the Second Coming.

Everybody wants to get a hold on life-
turn it around and then make it right.
We?re drowning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.

A justifiable reason for chaos?
The world is lost, well I guess that?s just the way it goes!
Now we?re waiting for somebody to save us.
When it stops, who?s got the control?
We doomed for our time.
There?s just a little more to life than to get that money.
Break out of routine? Now that?s just funny