I try to do things normally and well, But it never works out. Empty cartridges are scattered everywhere 1 turns to 10 10 turns to none It's a repeating cycle of nothing being done Maybe one day, some progress will be made But in the end, it all comes undone 1 turns to 10 10 turns to none The people are staring, not even caring About what harm all this has done 1 turns to 10 10 turns to none This is a constant cycle of progress being rewinded I try to stop, to please the crowd But the people are teasing, laughing and wheezing While the empty cartridges are increasing 1 turns to 10 10 turns to 20 20 turns to 40 I'm not laughing anymore For the cartridges have taken over And laughing, the teasing, the wheezing From me are no more I stare into the cartridges and wonder "What have I become?" 40 turns to 80 80 turns to 90 90 turns to 70 Until it reaches none No one notices a thing 70 turns to 1 All of the progress has been undone 10 turns to 20 20 turns to none Everyone is regretful of what has been done
