Going Through The Motions lyrics

The word comes through

They are in route to destiny

Clinging to life with technology

Fates not yet known by men

They come in bunches often

All feeble, fragile, and fatal

Often nameless, or faceless

Little lying packages delivered

Everyday the apathetic routine

Screened by ideas patriotic

In this hive of activity stirring

Compassion comes too late

Going through the motions

Just drones buzzing around

In circles of direction going

In a fumbling numbling sound

Some stay, some go, some pass

No noble rhyme nor reason

For those who may return again

Or meet their disposition's end

None question why aloud

Nor express feeling human

As if programmed passive

Just greasing the machine

No words declare any thanks

That they are safe and secure

Happy to hide far from strife

Going through the motions