Man Mk. II - Adastra

We like to think we know it all

Solve the problems, make the laws

Wealth has helped us build a state

Made our lives much easier

But did we want this after all

Some say we were better before

Are our minds and souls well

Or are they too now up for sale

On this blinded quest for glory

We’ve lost touch with our inner needs

On this rigid race for fortune

We’ve trampled each other to death

I’m a modern man

With modern woes

Filled with fear

From head to toes

Too much things

And too little time

Lock me up

For my crimes

Are we happy, are we sad

Are we perfect, are we bad

Out of sight and out of mind

Are we deaf or are we blind

At what point did we forget

To cherish loved ones not neglect

We want it all we want it bad

So much that some of us become mad

On this blinded quest for glory

We’ve lost touch with our inner needs

On this rigid race for fortune

We’ve trampled each other to death

I’m a modern man

With modern woes

Filled with fear

From head to toes

Too much things

And too little time

Lock me up

For my crimes

Who will we listen and who will tell

Who still has a soul to sell

This is a race that no one wins

Still a race that everyone begins

The funny thing about it all

Is that we all know the score

Even though we want to turn

This thing will leave us burnt

On this blinded quest for glory

We’ve lost touch with our inner needs

On this rigid race for fortune

We’ve trampled each other to death

I’m a modern man

With modern woes

Filled with fear

From head to toes

Too much things

And too little time

Lock me up

For my crimes