I believe I can see the future
'Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again, that might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around, oh no
Every bread is exactly the same
Every bread is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every bread is exactly the same