World Of Routine

The water's rising high, save your self.

Running, running, running; don't stop for no one else.

Fending for your life; stranded all alone.

Now this ship is sinking and you're on your own.

'Cause everybody around here's got a problem, see,

when "Do unto others" holds no meaning.

We're droning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.

No direction, plot, or lead.

You, too, will be stranded in a time of urgency.

What's the meaning?

We've got our own ideals.

Yeah, everybody believes in something,

but we've been conflicting because we have yet to see:

the meaning of this life, or an immortal being,

the scriptures proved true, or the Second Coming.

Everybody wants to get a hold on life-

turn it around and then make it right.

We're drowning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.

A justifiable reason for chaos?

The world is lost, well I guess that's just the way it goes!

Now we're waiting for somebody to save us.

When it stops, who's got the control?

We doomed for our time.

There's just a little more to life than to get that money.

Break out of routine? Now that's just funny.