Well, I am not making haste or could it be haste is making me

Well, I am not making haste or could it be haste is making me
Whats time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in
I gotta go faster
Keep up the pace
Just to stay in the human race
I could go supersonic, the problems chronic
Tell me does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate
Into oblivion
Into oblivion yah yah yah yah yah ya-ahn
Well here I go again, everything is alien
How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change?
My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless
When measured in that vein
I could go supersonic, the problems chronic
Tell me does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
I wont lie, its exciting
When I try to decide things
I just want to live decently, meaningfully
Im in misery
(pace setters, go getters)
(rat racers, forget hers)
(researchers, berserkers)
(strategies to help the workers)
(new time saving devices)
(quick vices, short splices)
(brevity, dependency)
(digital efficiency)
I could go supersonic, the problems chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion yah yah yah yah yah ya-ahn