Relentless Practitioners

Have you ever wanted anything so bad that you hate it too?
Run it into the ground, know it up and down, stare into its eyes till it hates you
It’s difficult to play a game
Everyday doing everything the same but you
Keep your head down and let your work be your name
Till you stand at the top alone and then
You reminisce about days of old back when
You were young and dumb with goals just one, feeling so alive

Nothing is plain
Nothing’s in vain
We’ll run it again and again and again
Till mouths are dry
Till fingers bleed
It hasn’t got a thing to do with need

Nothing is plain
Nothing’s in vain
We’ll run it again and again and again
When hunger dies
The rest is lies
You might as well sit around and wait to breed

Now everything you ever wanted is in your hands but you never pictured this
Ignore the alarm, the sheets are too warm, you’ve forgotten what it’s like to shoot and miss
You used to work to feed a flame
Now you get anything just signing your name and it’s
A little hollow to follow yourself around
But if you could forget everywhere you’ve been
And remember when your life and times were thin
You’d see the only sense is in chasing things you’ll never have

Nothing is plain
Nothing’s in vain
We’ll run it again and again and again
Till mouths are dry
Till fingers bleed
It hasn’t got a thing to do with need

Nothing is plain
Nothing’s in vain
We’ll run it again and again and again
When hunger dies
The rest is lies
You might as well sit around and wait to breed