Everything all figured out Like it was meant to be We’re on the precipice (I can feel it) We’re on the precipice Created us in his image Better be proud of his work That is if he existed (not so sure anymore) That is if he existed
And we just can’t help ourselves And we just can’t help ourselves And we just can’t help ourselves And we just can’t help ourselves (I don’t think that’s me)
Obsolete, insignificant Antiquated, irrelevant Celebration of ignorance Why try change when you know you can’t?
Did you ever get that feeling? Man, I can’t seem to shake it Not quite as clever as we think we are Knuckle dragging animal When we could have done anything We wound up building this We deserve With illusions of enlightenment With our snouts in the dirt With our snouts in the dirt
Obsolete, insignificant Antiquated, irrelevant Celebration of ignorance Why try change when you know you can’t?
We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves
We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves
We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves
We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselves We got ahead of ourselvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
