Break the Routine - Black Coast

This is, this is the hand you’ve been dealt, Fooling yourself for something else

Held back, force fed a reality, this is it, no this is it

Too much at stake to try for that

Dream cloaked in a notion that this is all you can be, Set in your ways set as

your seen

Can’t break the routine fists held high but so weak

You’ll never say a thing

Just a number not a human being, Sick to death of life, lost our way, Profit,

what profit?

What when there’s just money to waste, Given up, given up caring to think,

Given up, given up caring to think

Waste, a waste of breathe, A faith born off lived regret, Blinded by the lights

Painted the town red, Got no point to prove

Spinning loose, l never learnt l’ve never learnt at all

Just ammunition, ammunition to bite back, Bite back

Again surrounded by patients, l feel like one of them

Gouge out the very source, cause l can’t let nobody in, Gouge out the very

source, cause l can’t let nobody in

Waste, a waste of breathe, A faith born off lived regret, Blinded by the lights

Bite back, bite back again!