We'll watch our limbs die,
And close a blind eye,
Because we can pretend it's not real.
If there's time to put to numbers,
Zeros and ones,
As we quickly come undone,
And they collect in our cancer.
Our god never sleeps,
But lives in finite dreams,
As we oppress him to enslave our lovers.
We built our walls of clouded glass,
So when the cracks attacked,
We could still ignore the truth.
(We took our gold to our graves,
Where our greed opened the gates of Hell)
Your destruction has taken upon it's offering:
A signal of the audience is waking the dead.
Inequality falls like rain.
Sending out divinity
(God replaced with proximity).
We take these lives in vain.
Sacrifice our sons for our fleeting futures,
We sold our souls for a cursory taste of pleasure,
You'll never know the divine secrets,
So stay down with the undertow and let it take you,
We stand on souls and sell hope for false security,
Our arrogance exceeded only by our avarice,
With kings and counselors of the earth,
We built ruin and returned to the dirt.
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