Napalm Death
The World Keeps Turning
No way forward or back
In stalemate, we stagnate
Life cycle is an automation
Instinctively, we race to get ahead?

And now our virgin minds are raped
Another insignficance to join the rat-race

Self-indulgence with our grasp
We're taught but torn (from) the sanctity of life
So vulnerable
The world keeps turning -
We spin out of control

Guided, or could this mean misguided
No time for questions
Preoccupied with pressing on
The world keeps turning -
We overdose on overdrive

Superior species with inferior ideas
We overload our bodies and minds
Respect this earth while committing suicide

Poison trait
We're the cause, not the cure
Our methods of fulfillment will surely drag us down
Guided, or could this mean misguided
Our virgin minds are raped -
The world keeps turning -
We overdose on overdrive, we spin out of control
In stalemate, we stagnate