Oh, how we are set to stay in this world
Little time for the joys and the hurts
We queue in lines until the gear is to screech
Mothers and fathers bow and fade out of reach
Oh, how we are supposed to approve
The wheel of generations again on the move
We queue in lines until the gear is to screech
Siblings and spouses bow and fade out of reach
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Oh, how can I find someone from nowhere
The Wheel of generations rotates me there
We queue in lines until the gear is to screech
Taking my turn to bow and fade out of reach
Don`t cut in the line
Don`t push in the line, don`t rush in the line
Don`t cut in the line
Don`t push in the line, don`t rush in the line
I refuse to go
No, I can not go
Do I have to go
Until I know that they will be fine
It`s a pain to see those after me crying on the
Switch, the number decremented, along with theirs, ain`t that
A bitch, One step closer to awareness of the consciousness
Fraying, Would it now be hypocrite to learn how to kneel for praying