Letra da Música: The Cancer Generation - Theanti

able minds falling parallel to their time, in this rush to stop death we've isolated them an entire generation of vegetables..

now you're ripe for their harvest, a chemotherapeutic resurrection
would you still trade your life, for all those things you knew that you really never needed;

into the compass
without direction
without illness
holding your goddamn medicine

everyday I find myself in a bind
what do i buy? what do i buy?
everyday i find myself in a bind
stay asleep..? or wake up again