Look at all the monsters with their hearts in their hands Showing the world where they stand And their so-called saints are singing their songs Preaching to me that my questions are wrong But I never act without answers They tell me that my system is unclean But they all live like machines Who knows how long this old clock has been ticking? Over and over Over and over The sad song it sings so somberly completes this barren scenery Speaking words without substance You've abandoned me Lost alone and helpless Stranded out at sea The monsters they live within the depths of the ocean The waves that conceal them twist and corrode Because you are all such f**ing bottom feeders I would never swim in a sea you inhabit And like machines we'll all keep working against the tide Further out to sea, until we're swallowed inside But if we keep on asking questions We can catch a current to a better place.