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Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me?
What′s time but a thing to kill, or keep, or buy, or lose, or live in?
I gotta go faster, keep up the pace
Just to stay in the human race
I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion
Now, here I go again, everything is alien
How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change?
My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless
When measured in that vein
I could go supersonic, the problem′s chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
I won't lie (pace setters, go getters)
It's exciting (rat racers, forgetters)
When I try (researchers, berserkers)
To decide things (strategies to help the workers)
I just wanna live (new time saving devices)
Decently (quick vices, no crisis)
Meaningfully (brevity dependency)
I′m in misery (digital efficiency)
I could go supersonic
The problem′s chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion
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Writer(s): Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
