We are stuck, no new directions
Creators drained of ideas

In the age of constant replacements
When everything's already made


We expand, every inch must be covered
Nothing will stand in our way
In the age of the greatest delusions

Everyone's thinking the same

So let your conscience fade now

Cause we can never blame ourselves

Adaption ‒ nowhere in reach

Devastation under our feet
Tempting shape and design
Desperation ‒ our wills collide


Plastic excitement
Craving for more, an unstoppable greed

Elastic environment
For how long will you bend the truth?


So let your conscience fade now
Cause we can never blame ourselves


Adaption ‒ nowhere in reach
Devastation under our feet
Tempting shape and design

Desperation ‒ our wills collide