Ad Astra - The Substitute Lyrics
Lost track of every purpose, lost track of space and timeNo need to ask the reasons, no urge to defineThe poisoned words of the insane onesThe pathetic ways to reverse the gunsPointed at the core of what we used to call eternityWe crave the next device to ease the despairWe want to dread, to feel the thrill of being scaredThe screws won’t turn unless you buyA safe place on the production lineRelax and eat the substitute of immortalityMake me feel insecureWith something I’ve never had beforeFeed me a hundred times, show me a thousand ways,To overcome the hollowness it gainsLost track of purpose, lost track of timeno need to ask, no urge to defineYou’ve fed me a 100 times,Now I show you a 1000 ways to fall