Wave after wave
The days are about to turn faithless a bit
Taste after taste
Faith is about to turn tasteless a bit
And people turn out to get embraceless a bit
Day after day
An array of convertible faces
There's so much you are promised to get
So little you're willing to give
Vogue after vogue
The times are about to turn into distress
The little we know
Becomes lesser I guess
Day after Day
An array of convertible faces
From the get go they soften you up
In order to get you washed down
Year after year there appear predictable traces
Cause they straighten the ways to the top
But cut out the turning arounds
Deadlock in a deadlock
In a deadlock
Deadlock
Avaricious arbitrary
Common grounded qualified and ordinary
Too ambitious monetary
Always very mercenary
Voluntary prisoners of themselves
Day after day
An array of convertible faces
There's so much you're promised to get
So little you're willing to give
Year after year
There appear similar places
There's always the ones who will talk
There's always the ones to receive
Deadlock
Deadlock in a Deadlock
Deadlock in a Deadlock

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