Transfer

Lack of will to shape ourselves
Produced by our environment
Manufactured by everything
To make our future predesigned
We adhere to their suggestion
Random sketch no explanation
Invitation to lose control
We’ll miss our life dissolve our soul
Leave to chance our destination
Caught neglecting our condition
Life it holds our circumstance
Disrupt our motion to advance
We’re nondescript
Unidentified
We’re nondescript
Where do we exist
Lack of will to shape ourselves
Produced by our environment
Manufactured by everything
To make our future predesigned
We absolve all their convergence
Force fed hypocrisy
We submit to their incentives
We avoid adversity
As we lose our comprehension
We give in to expectation
Predefined our destiny
Annihilate our certainty