On and on we go.
It never ends; it never ends.
We push and pull, from dawn to dusk,
On and on we go.

We wouldn't know to stop the ride.
Round and round it carries on.
Children sick and crying quiet.
From nightmare spinning, on and on.

Release the hold on bars that bind—
The ride refuses to let us go.
On and on it screams down tracks.
Round and round we're endlessly thrown.

In dreams we sit, still and silent,
The trap a memory of our mistake.
Reminded daily as we wake and ride,
On and on, there's no escape.

We built the ride in a forgotten time,
Then climbed aboard to be swept away.
We chased the highs and pleasures plenty,
Ignorant of the deal we signed.

We built the casket carrying us home,
Endlessly cushioned in hells embrace.
We built the tomb and lay inside.
On and on, we fall in place.

On and on we sweat.
On and on we spin.
On and on we weep.
On and on we fall.

On and on,
And on,
And on,
We go ‘til death.

Then onward still,
”More’s” momentum is all that’s left.