Intro: | | We're living in repetition Content in the same old shtick again. A D A D A Now the routine's turning to contention. like a production line going over and over and over roller coaster Chorus: Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice. I'm speechless and redundant. 'Cause I love you's not enough. I'm lost for words. Choreographed and lack of passion. Prototypes of what we were. Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous. Taken for granted now. Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it. Now I cannot speak .........