Perfection never seemed so reachable   A though pattern used oh so many times in the past   Passively waiting to fulfill our role   Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis      Reduced to consumer machines,   We fulfilled the role we were thought to   One foot in the grave; our common grave      Perfection never seemed so reachable   A though pattern used oh so many times in the past   Passively waiting to fulfill our role   Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis      Reduced to consumer machines,   We fulfilled the role we were thought to   We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance   One foot in the grave; our common grave   One foot in the grave; our common grave      Coffin shaped incubators   Take us one step closer to our doom   Self inflicted destiny   Take us one step closer to our doom      Passively waiting to fulfill our role   Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis      Reduced to consumer machines,   We fulfilled the role we were thought to   We create superfluous needs only to sustain our arrogance   One foot in the grave; our common grave   One foot in the grave; our common grave