Backburner

Twelve Tribes
Praise the new drug
Your routine is the latest trend
You're wearing your enslavement
Like a prescription, fashion statement
Hallelujah
Your progress has been projected
To crash into this glass ceiling and burn
[Incomprehensible]
When this process fits you, it will possess you
To reinvent the individualist
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 been long forgotten
The dream is dead, you've reached a new low
Dreams fall apart into pieces
Before you know it, you've lost them
Dreams fall apart into pieces
Before you know it, you've lost them
When this process fits you, it will possess you
To reinvent the individualist
When this process fits you, it will possess you
To reinvent the individualist
'Cause we are the living dead
Fear not of man or God
Raise yourself up from, up from the dead
So far, so far you've been useless
Raise yourself up from, up from the dead
So far, so far you've been useless
Dreams fall apart, dreams fall apart
Dreams fall apart, dreams fall apart
Reinvent