Lyrics:

Reflexes shot
The myth retired
Our lives confined
And unfulfilled
Between despondency and hope
Still onwards. onwards
Ever onwards

Power, wealth, knowledge
My lifeline, my lifeline
My lifeline lost

As they herd us back
Into their cages for comfort
Of need, of quiet mediocrity
We are but a small part
In a picture so big
It s obscene

Power, wealth, knowledge
My lifeline, my lifeline
My lifeline lost

Call it wasteland
Call it hell
I call it home, I call it life
My illusion s gone, this is it
Nothing more, nothing less

Hit floor, one last time
No more, no more

Reflexes shot
The myth retired
Our lives confined
And unfulfilled
Between despondency and hope
Still onwards. onwards
Ever onwards

Call it wasteland
Call it hell
I call it home, I call it life