Merry-go-round-to-hell Lyrics - Project Pitchfork

We're the children of the first-world 

A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine 

We think in circles directed by TV 

We obey to numbers they tell us how to be 

Round and round we go 

To get a distance from what we know 

We are the waste of this earth 

Damned since our birth 

This is a merry-go-round to hell 

The keys got lost 

It screams in our cell 

More and more we seal 

To get a distance from how we feel 

We're locked into rooms 

We burn for a machine 

It feeds us but keeps us apart 

Perception fixed into the past 

We don't see a trap although it's vast 

Round and round we go 

To get a distance from what we know 

We are the waste of this earth 

Damned since our birth 

This is a merry-go-round to hell 

The keys got lost 

It screams in our cell 

More and more we seal 

To get a distance from how we feel 

This is a merry-go-round to hell 

The keys got lost 

It screams in our cell 

More and more we seal 

To get a distance from how we feel 

We move backwards into the future 

Driven by needs we follow the order 

If there is a free will still 

We accidently kill 

With all this distance 

We see ourselves 

Disconnected from any feeling 

We are like the flies on the ceiling 

Round and round we go 

To get a distance from what we know 

We are the waste of this earth 

Damned since our birth 

This is a merry-go-round to hell 

The keys got lost 

It screams in our cell 

More and more we seal 

To get a distance from how we feel 

This is a merry-go-round to hell 

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