Static Cycle

face is cold, filled with envy
he's got it all, he's left empty
sold his soul, unsuspecting
he'd lose his world, now he's perfecting
his own song, his sweet medley
every verse, is resurrecting
what he's made, an early grave
he's all alone on this paper chase
All we find is emptiness, we're focused on this paper chase
So we ask, what comes next, can we stop this race, this paper chase
can't stop sweating, it's relentless
his mistakes, can't forget this