(Old machinery hissing) Wind up the ancient machine, yah until you break it Hold on for the time of your life, yah you'll learn to fake it And you got you brand new disease, yah you've got your shiny car You live your life on your knees, yah they tell you who you are That's why you know it's true You know it's true I've been holding on for a reaction It's the same thing every day All of my tiny distractions They come and take my life away Oh Yah And the whispering of the wise never entertains the fools And the art of compromise Is now the only one they teach in schools How quickly all our seasons go How slowly we learn who we are We trade our lives for baggage Until the weight of it all buries you under Wind up the ancient machine, yah, until you break it Know the fruit must come from the seed, yah, but try to fake it And they sell you a brand new disease. They sell you a shiny car Oh, you live your life on your knees. Yah they tell you who you are That's why you know it's true Yah you know it's true I've been holding on for a reaction But it's the same thing everyday All of my million distractions They come and take my life away Oh Yah The whispering of the wise never entertains the fools And the art of compromise Pays for all their swimming pools How quickly all our seasons go How slowly we learn who we are We trade our lives for baggage Until the weight of it all just breaks your f*cking balls! Yah They say that to the grave the soul is all you take So don't make this mistake of trading it in for a trinket Oh I guess you just gave it up Oh this f*cking modern life! Nowadays there's something to be said For a quitter! (thudding noises)