Exercise in Futility - MR#: 2948109 Lyrics

This tasteless joke gets better with time
Your energy squandered with haste
Rituals become your cell
Laughter your cynical crutch

Bitter is the flavor you crave
Anger is a fuel for tomorrow
Reflections burning disgust
Martyrs don't always bear crosses

Every face is a smiling void
Which caliber will fill their eyes
Cowardess your smoking gun
Shame you shot yourself in the foot (Poor fool)

Hope is now extinguished
As the light dies in your eyes
This pitiful excuse for Heaven
Is now your personal Hell

Another rotation
Around the sun
Blinded by reflections
Of what could have been

Your ego given another stroke
It's poisoned you down into your bones
Your savior the pill stuck in your throat
No more laughing, you are the joke