Now the routine's turning to contention.

We're living in repetition, content in the same old shtick again. Now the routine's turning to contention, like a production line going a over and a over and a over, roller coaster. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice; speechless and redundant. Because I love you's not enough, I'm lost for words. Choreographed and lack of passion. Prototypes of what we were. Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous. Taken for granted now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now i hate it. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice; speechless and redundant. Because I love you's not enough, I'm lost for words.