Shadows of Defeat

Martin Luther King:
When we look at modern man, we have to face the fact that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast with a scientific and technological abundance. We've learned to fly the air as birds, we've learned to swim the seas as fish, yet we haven't learned to walk the Earth as brothers and sisters.

These walls keep closing in
I'm just a mannequin
Oh, it's time to go!
Don't come too close to me
I can't find no space to breath
Oh, it's time to go!

My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform?
Why wear a uniform?
To grow old and die
In this same fucking town...

Obsessed with misery
Life holds no joy for me
Oh, it's time to go!
No colors only gray
I die a little everyday
Oh, it's time to go!

My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform?
Why wear a uniform?
To grow old and die
In this same fucking town...

I'll born wrong too dead to feel
Wake up it's all to real
Oh, it's time to go!
Switched off there's no more pain
Padded walls I'll half insane
Oh, it's time to go!
Go, go!!!!

My touch the kiss of death
More sick with every breath
I just can't seem to slow it down now
Why line up to conform?
Why wear a uniform?
To grow old and die
In this same fucking town...