Tired, unispired in pacifying sleep The nine hour surge reveals a deprecated self Arranged a life for watching eyes, weary soul's confine This material construction, a flawed comfort Lifelong disappointments brew below the polished surface In ice cold dependency to a desperate routine Another days deeds perfected, with blood taste upon barren tongue A lethargy of senses for you know tomorrow (will be the same) How can you master the role of a machine? Drone through waking hour with blind belief How can you master the role of a machine? Perfecting the same pattern in monday morning fallacy Eyes set to the task, desensitized Is this your dream? Common monotony An idle overseer of necessary evils Glance no further, the flair of the moment is gone Waking hour, glory askew All that's been lost and won Was it all for show? Was it all for nothing? This monumental sacrifice