Letra de Rapture

So who decides what it takes, to course correct this piece of shit?
I'd rather not find out
With a barrel aimed at the temple I sleep through the night
Drone of the system, slave to the tide
Dunce of the animal kingdom
It's measuring taken to extremes
And it won't change
With a barrel aimed at the temple I sleep through the night
Drone of the system, slave to the tide
Dunce of the animal kingdom
It's measuring taken to extremes
The tide is coming
The tide is coming
Let go
Give in
Free will and all that it gives, means shit when it disappears
Fuck all!