Suspended in dark
Echos of echos
All that is left of our own thoughts
Rot next to god
Villains and heroes
Players of fate in this great facade
Lookin' into my eyes
Do you see a soul?
I would bet against it
Everything has got it's price
And I got a promo code if you don't want to spend it
Our love has been synthesized
Take a bitter gulp of the medicine
It will relieve you of your mind
I don't wanna think about it
Can you do it for me?
I don't want to see
Take my sight
I will comfortably live numb and come undone and grip my gun cold
On my teeth if I could only make it squeeze I fuckin' would
I'm not misunderstood
I just hate where we stand
We've lost our humanity and can't you see
All the shiny candy coating is eroding into dust
I've seen this all before
The writings on the walls
Fools and scholars pray to fucking nothing
Hole growing deeper in my fucking stomach
Hope getting bleaker my feet get to running
Look around
We are too fucking late
We deserve the pain of our corrections
Cover our mouths with red tape
Sign our names in fine print on that page
Fear on my mind
Feed my obsession
Everything is concentrated
Litigated
Over-counter medicated
Hella faded
Everyone is jaded
I can't take it any longer
There's a fire in the elevator
Now or never
Take a leap or suffer in the steeple
Pupils dilated
Mouth is salivating
Hunger for meaning
Eat the poison on the feed and find a leaning
Leeching on to hollow feeling that is never leaving
Learn to take a beating
All the while end up with the wrong people
Weeds grow at the foot of our roots
The axe and the hand of man has stripped us of our fruits and then
Refined them
Wrapped them
Sanded and branded
This is a song I've heard before I think the angels are chanting
Everything is concentrated
Litigated
Over-counter medicated
Hella faded
Everyone is jaded
I can't take it any longer
There's a fire in the elevator
Now or never
Take a leap or suffer in the steeple
Pupils dilated
Mouth is salivating
Hunger for meaning
Eat the poison on the feed and find a leaning
Leeching on to hollow feeling that is never leaving
Learn to take a beating
All the while end up with the wrong people
Weeds grow at the foot of our roots
The axe and the hand of man has stripped us of our fruits and then
Refined them
Wrapped them
Sanded and branded
This is a song I've heard before I think
The angels are chanting it
