Egocentric, walking in circles
My soul is on fire.
Always wanting more, never satisfied.
I'm tired, I'm dying, I'm tired, enough!

The games we play and the lies we say to be number one,
We're running a race that will never end with feet made of clay.
Too busy doing nothing at all to notice we are alive.
You call this a life? I call it a lie - resurrection!

Cut in two by morality,
Hung from a pole by this ego-culture,
Sacrificed in the name of a fucking book
Escaping reality.

The games we play and the lies we say to be number one,
We're running a race that will never end with feet made of clay.
Too busy doing nothing at all to notice we are alive.
You call this a life? I call it a lie - resurrection! Today!

Moulded to live in fear
We never question the set up.
We're trading our happiness for false security
And throwing our lives away.

You bought yourself their prison
You bought their golden illusion,
Life can't come in
And you can't get out.

And you think you're safe inside
But i would say you're dead inside:
You sold your life for some leftovers.

Resurrection! Resurrection!

And no one can break
Those chains for you
But you...