World of routine

The water's rising high, save your self.
Running, running, running don't stop for no one else.
Fending for your life stranded all alone.
Now this ship is sinking and you're on your own.

'Cause everybody around here's got a problem, see,
when "Do unto others" holds no meaning.
We're droning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.
No direction, plot, or lead.
You, too, will be stranded in a time of urgency.
What's the meaning?

We've got our own ideals.
Yeah, everybody believes in something,
but we've been conflicting because we have yet to see:
the meaning of this life, or an immortal being,
the scriptures proved true, or the Second Coming.

Everybody wants to get a hold on life-
turn it around and then make it right.
We're drowning alone in this world of routine, all so aimlessly.

A justifiable reason for chaos?
The world is lost, well I guess that's just the way it goes!
Now we're waiting for somebody to save us.
When it stops, who's got the control?
We doomed for our time.
There's just a little more to life than to get that money.
Break out of routine? Now that's just funny.