April 7th Lyrics

Productivity pushing us forward
fast-forwarding years of our lives
We'll look back with regrets and say
"time goes by too fast when you're this age"

No somos nada más que
el trabajo que producimos
Prescindible y borrable
cuando nos quedamos sin uso

Maybe our lives would have more meaning
(if we slow down! can we slow down?)
Re-evaluating
(our ties to each other)

another 40 hours gone
over and over and over
another 40 hours gone
over and over (it never ends)
another 40 hours gone
over and over and over

How could they know
(how could they know)
what it's like to be considered nothing?

What's the point?
This isn't living

another 40 hours gone
over and over, replaceable

We dare to invent the future