Photek - Industry of Noise

Could it be we're lost for words?
Listened to but never heard,
What more can we say without a voice?

Further the road we see,
Blessed with this technology.
Welcome to the industry of noise.

Deeper underground we hide,
In this state of denial.
How we fell from grace, no remorse.

Every day our conscious slave,
If we call and fade away.
Now it seems, we don't have a choice.

Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending.
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and.

(On and on and).
Never ending, never ending.
Never ending, never ending.

On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and.

Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending,
Never ending, never ending.
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and,
On and on and, on and on and.