(Old machinery hissing)

Wind up the ancient machine, yah until you break it

Hold on for the time of your life, yah you'll learn to fake it

And you got you brand new disease, yah you've got your shiny car

You live your life on your knees, yah they tell you who you are

That's why you know it's true

You know it's true

I've been holding on for a reaction

It's the same thing every day

All of my tiny distractions

They come and take my life away

Oh Yah

And the whispering of the wise never entertains the fools

And the art of compromise

Is now the only one they teach in schools

How quickly all our seasons go

How slowly we learn who we are

We trade our lives for baggage

Until the weight of it all buries you under

Wind up the ancient machine, yah, until you break it

Know the fruit must come from the seed, yah, but try to fake it

And they sell you a brand new disease. They sell you a shiny car

Oh, you live your life on your knees. Yah they tell you who you are

That's why you know it's true

Yah you know it's true

I've been holding on for a reaction

But it's the same thing everyday

All of my million distractions

They come and take my life away

Oh Yah

The whispering of the wise never entertains the fools

And the art of compromise

Pays for all their swimming pools

How quickly all our seasons go

How slowly we learn who we are

We trade our lives for baggage

Until the weight of it all just breaks your fucking balls!

Yah

They say that to the grave the soul is all you take

So don't make this mistake of trading it in for a trinket

Oh I guess you just gave it up

Oh this fucking modern life!

Nowadays there's something to be said

For a quitter!

(thudding noises)