The ID

Something's wrong, it's awry, it's gone!
Have we lost our faith?
Have we seen all to be seen in life?
Have the skies turned cold and gray?

There's nothing left, no sun at dawn
No stars at night to see
Have we lived what's worth to live in life
Have our hearts turned cold and gray?
Have we all but died today?

Is there nothing more to life than this?
I know I hope for more
Have my eyes been blind to keys I've missed
Need I simply open doors?
Tell me this is not what's next for us
There's got to be more left in store for us
Please shake me!
Please wake me!
Please tell me this is not all that's left

Tell me what are these creatures of habit?
How can they constantly consume?
I can see that they are hollow
And empty - the light's gone

Are these machines that resemble me?
Am I subject to their master scheme?
Then what happens when I am obsolete?
I'm retired, put down six feet under the ground

Is there nothing more to life than this?
I know I hope for more
Have my eyes been blind to keys I've missed
need I simply open doors?
Tell me this is not what's next for us
there's got to be more left in store for us
Please shake me!
Please wake me!
Please tell me this is not what we've become!

Always feeding, ever greedy
Never quite sated
Always reaping, never ceasing
This is The Age of the Id
Always seeking, never sleeping
We are all slaves to the Id



Credits
Writer(s): Eric John Labrosse, Todd Kenneth Farnsworth
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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