Backburner by Twelve Tribes 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 been long forgotten
The dream is dead you've reached a new low
When this process fits 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
Dreams fall apart
Dreams fall apart
Dreams fall apart
Reinvent