Mundane Lyrics

We're all just random pawns

Playing a game that just drags on

The mundane may have a higher call

But be sure it's never the one we want

Unamused or too enthused

We all sustain our soul's abuse

Reach out to touch the voice in my head

Medicate to break and take what's left

I'm ashamed to say that we might be here

Just to waste away

Is anything at random

Are these events prefixed in tandem

Is the timeline bound to break

Do my actions or factions determinate

Break memories

We anticipate nothing

Pathetic display

Just to control something

Brain waves

In a haze

Got us sleeping for days

Self worship disguised as a deity

At the alter

Praying for intervention

What is sacred you turn into superstition

Ignorance of self importance

Self worship

Reach out to touch the voice in my head

Medicate to break and take what's left

I heard you say it's all a part of the plan

Consider fate might be for the hell of it

We fill our hands with empty tasks

And pray our lives so short will last

I don't think you're as involved as they say you are

Free will can not exist with predetermined scars

Object of

Heresy

Project through vacancy

Divine in the mundane

Reach out to touch the voice in my head

Medicate to break and take what's left

I heard you say it's all a part of the plan

Consider fate might be for the hell of it

Be for the hell of it