Deadlock

Wave after wave The days are about to turn faithless a bit Taste after taste Faith is about to turn tasteless a bit And people turn out to get embraceless a bit Day after day An array of convertible faces There's so much you are promised to get So little you're willing to give Vogue after vogue The times are about to turn into distress The little we know Becomes lesser I guess Day after Day An array of convertible faces From the get go they soften you up In order to get you washed down Year after year there appear predictable traces Cause they straighten the ways to the top But cut out the turning arounds Deadlock in a deadlock In a deadlock Deadlock Avaricious arbitrary Common grounded qualified and ordinary Too ambitious monetary Always very mercenary Voluntary prisoners of themselves Day after day An array of convertible faces There's so much you're promised to get So little you're willing to give Year after year There appear similar places There's always the ones who will talk There's always the ones to receive Deadlock Deadlock in a Deadlock Deadlock in a Deadlock