Orange Disease Lyrics & Chords By Birds In Row

I'm seeking for the sense of this thing
And I can't believe that it can please someone.
Well settled lives in existence factory patterns,
All from the same mould,
The same pack, the same unpersonal expectations.
Orange rabbit hutches are getting epidemic for the youth.
Commonplace is recruiting at the exit of your school.
Hell no!
Their lives are circles piled up on circles.