This Sect

Tonite We’re Gonna Party Like It’s 1939

Evolution sucked us dry
Passed us by
Hardly made it through the winter
Failed to keep up
Failed to meet the standards
Rubbish toys on an assembly line

Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
Broke ourselves
To bend new rules
Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
Broke ourselves
To bend new rules

Are you up for yet another re-enactment of the end?
Let this be our epitaph
Burnt full circle now
You won’t recognize what you see

I’m gone
Just reaping what we’ve sown
I’m gone
Just reaping what we’ve sown

Somewhere
Along the road
We broke ourselves
Broke ourselves
To bend new rules

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