Backburner - Twelve Tribes

Praise the new drug!

Your routine is the latest trend

And you’re wearing your enslavement

Like a prescription fashion statement

Hallelujah!

Your progress has been projected

To crash into this glass ceiling and burn

When this process fits you it will possess you

To reinvent the individualist

'Cause we are the living dead

Dreams fall apart into pieces

Before you know it, you’ve lost them

The dream has long been forgotten

The dream is dead

You’ve reached a new low

When this process fits you it will possess you

To reinvent the individualist

'Cause we are the living dead

Who fear not of man or God

Raise yourself up from the dead

So far you’ve been useless

Dreams fall apart

Reinvent