A man against routine,
Reallity vs the dream.
Will the man be able to brake the routine,
Before she brakes him from within?

If married sex once a month
Takes over occasional lays,
If you choose to sit home
Over outdoor games.
If you still sitting home
Watching your T.V,
While they're participating
In some anarchy.

Then know that you're broken
And you dont have a choice
But to remember these words
And join in the chours:
ROUTINE SELLS!

If you choose the smell of your leather TV chair,
Over the hypnotic smell of gunpowder,
If you work with a tie,
And you dont really know why
You listen to Sinatra
All of your time.

Then know that you're broken
And you dont have a choice
But to remember these words
And join in the chours:
ROUTINE SELLS!

If adventure to you is to find your own dick,
For exitment you're paying the bills.
You can't seem to remember the last time you hunted,
But fuck now the hunting, when was the last time you
killed?!
And you dreams are as shallow
As the way your life's hollow.


Then know that you're broken
And you dont have a choice
But to remember these words
And join in the chours:
ROUTINE SELLS!