Toil away chasing floundering dreams Yearning for adoration, clutch at anything that gleams For talent alone won't hold you at night As your face goes numb at the prospect of this futile fight For what is success, but a smouldering mess Of lies and superficial? For who is impressed by the one who is dressed In honesty and sterling ambition? What is your motivation, in this cold world of degradation? When we die, we'll leave nothing but holes in the earth What is your motivation, in this cold world of degradation? We're in pursuit of ourselves, we're in pursuit of ourselves Every waking thought, divorced from reality Preening away, these days of disparity Utterly absorbed in your measly plight Narcissistic acts neglect what is truly right For what is success, but a smouldering mess Of lies and superficial? For who is impressed by the one who is dressed In honesty and sterling ambition? What is your motivation, in this cold world of degradation? When we die, we'll leave nothing but holes in the earth What is your motivation, in this cold world of degradation? We're in pursuit of ourselves, we're in pursuit of ourselves What is your motivation? When we die, we'll leave nothing but holes in the earth