Текст песни Unsated - Jon Simpson

Selfish, the heart
Hunger-filled to the core
Ravenous gluttons, we are
Empty vice
Illusion of life
All delight is gone

Boredom and escape; what have we done?
If we are empty, what have we become?

A self-inflicted tear in
The soul of humanity, we
Attempt to patch ourselves with
Another shopping spree
Our focus, hard, unflinching
Straight-lined to those curves
Pandora's box opened and
Blessing turns curse

What have we begun?
Feeding a need
That will not be denied
What have we become?

Only the endless could fill us now
Or self-medicate until we drown
Grasping, using, never finding
Always left unsatisfied
Every move to soothe ourselves
Results in frustration, intensified cravings for more

What have we become?