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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