Amalgam Effect - Necrosis Lyrics

A world of need is the death of dreams
He'll never grow up to be what he seems
Nine to five at a dead end job
Til his last breath does a paycheck rob

His friends all well off or happily married
Their dreams being simple were easily carried
The artist will starve, his love will wither
He'll never moves forward, only hither and thither

He'll never grow up, he'll never grow old
He thinks a rolling stone grows no mold
His head is hot but his heart is cold
And it won't be true if his soul is sold

He trudges on but he just can't see
Machines got him, now he can't get free
Walking death and you know his plea
End the necrosis of society!

A fettered mind in black recesses
A shallow end won't reach the presses
His broken dreams get no osmosis
His captive soul will face necrosis