When you find a new path not yet trodden through
It's too difficult to cut through, the thorns will break you
And scared of the unknown it's too hard to fight
We don't know what's in there let us hide behind
Statistics not empathy
Men making men machines
That path needs beating and beating again
Til the bruises the pain they become a way to make killers of men
'Cause we creatures of habit, repetition is ease
Keep feeding us bullshit and we'll soon believe in
Statistics not empathy
Men making men machines
Oh how much war do we need
Before we will bleed out
If we don't figure this out
We're gonna ruin it for ourselves
And it seems safer to stick to what we know to be true
But if they're clever enough they can use all that stuff to break you
With subtle hints that something's not right
Develop it slowly in long stretches of time
And we'll believe that nothing's even changed
Yeah we'll let ourselves believe nothing's even changed
And how do we get ourselves out of this trend
When that path's been beaten and beaten again?
'Cause we creatures of habit, repetition is ease
Keep feeding us bullshit and we'll soon believe in
Statistics not empathy
Men making men machines
Oh how much war do we need
Before we will bleed out
If we don't figure this out
We're gonna ruin it for ourselves