[Lyrics: P. Dolving, Music: A. Bjorler.]
Contextualize it and justify,
As the passive servility eats you alive.
Like a japanese girl with a taste for absurdity,
Roped up and screaming for more.
In spineless decisions you cling to a lie.
A futile attempt to uphold your claim.
As a new generation of nihilist rage,
Get a grip on how to get shit done.
[Chorus:]
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
I survive trough the blaze of another day,
Lower down and hide.
Let me wake in a dream where you come undone -
Sweet relief.
Barter, compile it, package the scam.
Analyze the effects and the overall consequence.
Duping the masses. So fucking what.
You get what you give - I can see it now.
Bring in the puppets, turn on the light.
Round up the gullable sheep.
Deliver the drama. Fake and obscene.
The drug of a nation asleep.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
Die please stop this. I'm begging you. Cease to breathe.
You are killing everything I love.
We'll get you in the end.
Sweet relief.
As the cane draws a line in the sands of time -
Blood covers bone.
In the eye of the dying I can read your toughts -
Guilty as charged.
Guinea pigs all.
Selfless and blind.
An effortless crime.
No wonder it's all going down.
