May Be Monitored For Quality Control Lyrics - Indecision

Our teeth break on nails yet we chew on them still 

as moths to a flame 

no one is saved 

no one still lives 

driven by guilt and greed and numb to all extremes 

and you want everything in arms reach 

gorge yourself on images and promises 

but what do you have? what do you feel? 

what do you want besides more? 

what is your definition of what is real? 

who uses you and what for? 

sculpted, written in stone: the myth of "satisfaction" 

reach out for the intangible 

chase your fantasy in to the wasteland 

shit breeding shit - this what is left of us 

shit breeding shit - what has become of us? 

"give me convenience or give me death" 

this is what rapes us, makes us and breaks us every fucking day