Today the horde machine went rollin'
  In sequence grasp, prepared to falter
  We were born to self destruct on birth row
    An hour glass is punctured yearning
  This malevolent structured duplicates
  But we all love to disobey on birth row
    And the question remains,
  Everything is spit and shined
  Everything is wiped out twice to make sure
  Nothing's on our mind
    I was the fuse but your truth will always trust
  But your truth will always trust
    But the question still remains
  We're nothing but a bunch of mistakes
  What a sorry excuse for a human being