We all work at blinding speed.
We are a well oiled machine.
We have screwdrivers and were jamming them into the gears to satisfy greed.
It's this need to perpetuate stereotypical dreams.
It seems that we're trying to outlive the lives that we lead.

We do this so miserably, by the time we reach pregnancy one of us will: be dead or abandon the other.
It's a shame that it's come to this but the logical option is to abort before this thing gets serious.

We all work against ourselves; digging our plots, getting closer to hell.
We're the Laundromats that young hopefuls waste hours in following fantasies.
Can't you see that we're wasting our lives when we could be flourishing.
It's so simple. If we helped one another and never had sex...

...there'd be love with no consequence. I could live with this hopelessness because it'd be gone with no trace of it ever.
If we learned how to coexist we could live life with no regrets and no secrets and no backstabbing memories.

I don't sleep and I'd really like to get to sleep.
Every moment that I'm not asleep I think and it's getting me thinking.
Maybe I'll build a time machine that will show them that I can dream bigger than them and I'll actually change something.
Take notice i'm taking flight and matters into my own hands. I'm doing what I think is right and that's defying logic. I swear I will save us from age.