Backburner

Song Backburner
Artist Twelve Tribes
Album The Rebirth Of Tragedy

Lyrics

Praise the new drug!
Your routine is the latest trend
And you're wearing your enslavement
Like a prescription fashion statement
Hallelujah!
Your progress has been projected
To crash into this glass ceiling and burn
When this process fits you it will possess you
To reinvent the individualist '
Cause we are the living dead
Dreams fall apart into pieces
Before you know it, you've lost them
The dream has long been forgotten
The dream is dead
You've reached a new low
When this process fits you it will possess you
To reinvent the individualist '
Cause we are the living dead
Who fear not of man or
God Raise yourself up from the dead
So far you've been useless
Dreams fall apart
Reinvent