James Joyce
Atrophic Revolutions
Perpetual motion is setting in
Atrophy is setting in
And to me it all sounds the same
And to me it sounds like just another

The cycles run its course over and over
No end in sight, no closure
We’ve got to stop this atrophy
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’re standing still
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’ve got to stop this atrophy
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’re standing still
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)

It’s just another grave
It just sounds the same
It’s just another gravе
It’s just another…

Repetition will bе the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
The cycles run its course over and over
No end in sight, no closure
We’ve got to stop this atrophy
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’re standing still
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’ve got to stop this atrophy
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)
We’re standing still
(Nothing‘s changed, it’s still the same)

It’s just another grave
It just sounds the same
It’s just another grave
It’s just another…

Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy
Repetition will be the death of me
In this atrophy