Resonance

You are right chasing for the endless glory
 Your sense is tied to the winsome handsomeness
 Your sense is tied, your sense is tied
 This new life is meant to thrill
 We've got the bid, the ties to control it
 We don't care, don't give a shit
 Your moral is our strength, your myopia is our ken, you're part of a play
 You solely fight its symptoms, whilst you debate we force the cause
 We change the rules at discretion
 And you are taking part to execute our will
 The end is on display
 Forcing 'Does' to aim high
 The end is on display
 Forcing 'John Does' to aim high
 We've got the bid, the ties to control it
 Higher goals, blinder pax, better chance for certainty, wealth and staidness
 This is our link and you are just aboard
 The need to stand the pace, an urge of very presence
 Lost contact to sensations
 All experience, just further estrangement
 More and more loose structure
 Blurring with your haste, you're just attached
 In thoughts ahead, getting lost in alternate worlds
 Conscience disturbance
 Forlorn, in search of resonance
 Searching for answers in a world that will not respond
 We've got the bid, the ties to control it
 Yeah this new life is meant to be numb