Directive

A lifeless struggle now

In time doesn't matter what is done

No way to win—slaves at best

Manufactured to serve

Pictures of this perfect world

Programmed which way to look

All talk yet no recourse

Stare into lights

Dull senses don't ignite

Time to look that way now

Take me from this place

No need to pretend

This life that we lead

Careful balance to the end

Always wanting more

Not a minute to waste

No challenge too wide

Forever chase that bait

Stare into lights

Dull senses don't ignite

Time to look that way now

Take me from this place

No need to pretend

This life that we lead

Careful balance to the end

In time all will be clear

The fools teaching the wise

The young inherit the earth

And balance all the lies

Stare into lights

Dull senses don't ignite

Time to look that way now