Sonus Mortis - Rat Race Ritual

Desolate, deadly potency.
No energy left for decency.
Constant pills chase all the blues away.
Controlling what I do and what I say.

Crawling through, these busy streets,
On concrete blocks as someones sheets.
Any space is a crowded place.
Any space is a crowded place.

This tiny room is getting smaller everyday.
The egotistical will never hear you say.
Achieving happiness is just a dream.
As you need to be asleep to believe.
The more people the less value we attach.
Ignore those who burn out like a match.
But in the end there's no real alternative
We're all enslaved to this rat race ritual.

When you die, you die alone.
No earthly possessions or a throne.
Was he rich? Or was he poor?
All left behind at deaths door.

This tiny room is getting smaller everyday.
The egotistical will never hear you say.
Achieving happiness is just a dream.
As you need to be asleep to believe.
The more people the less value we attach.
Ignore those who burn out like a match.
But in the end there's no real alternative
We're all enslaved to this rat race ritual

The great decline draws near.
The cries of millions falls on deaf ears.
Too numb to react with
Teaspoon breaths
Glacier movement.
Then they quickly dissolve
Into thin air.
Now a ghost of themselves.
Now a ghost of myself.