What's the point of all this What's the point of all this Its like we're all mice inside a maze looking for the door that leads us out the cage No rights, no service We're all the new age of servants No help, no purpose We are the mother fucking subjects to their broken laws Making everyone's purpose fucking flawed And they don't give a fuck about you You're nothing more to them than a drop in a bucket That they'd pour on a fire that they start and feed Then keep you in your house like a prisoner with bars You can't see (can you feel it now) You can't see (can you feel it now) You can't see Oh say can you feel all of the poison coursing through your veins Have some revelations of what's to be? That's the point of all this Oh that's the point of all this