There's a feeling about myself
That I can't understand
It's a foreboding sense
That I see all around the land
When the wheel of fortune turns
Progressively depraved
It's the manifestation
Of a biospheric decay
Keep yourself in line
There's no design
The new paradigm is crisis time
Luxury was privilege
And I knew it all along
But to let human reason
Get trumped by emotion is wrong
All the bonds were broken
When I said I loved you so
But rejection of a fantasy
Is just a way to help you grow
Keep yourself in line
There's no design
The new paradigm is crisis time
Yeah!
There's a feeling about myself
I feel it oh so strong
It's a romantic notion
And I've thought about it darn too long
On the crest of progress
We can't balance on the wave
If the measure of success
Is only tallied in the lives we save
Keep yourself in line
There's no design
The new paradigm is crisis time
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