Well i look through
a window and i see
some people lying
on strange contraptions
moving their bodies
up and down
a futile struggle to gain perfection
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
and i wonder
yeah yeah yeah yeah
and i walk down and wonder
how in hell now this could be
And i find it amusing in a way
this pointless waste
of human power
you pay to be strapped
to a machine
the price you pay
to gain perfection
One time, one more time
you keep repeating,
keep repeating
till you get a cramp
until you get a cramp