Great Deceiver Running With Scissors
Oh, Sweet drug of materialism
without you we would be lost
please simulate
our created needs
your opiate is a must
Demand nothing
Ordain nothing
Regret nothing
Into the caverns of envy
the loss of the last sympathy
now give us the tools
to destroy
to ravage all personality
Demand nothing
Ordain nothing
Regret nothing
Not a word, not a deed
not a thought, not a need
not a doubt, not a trust
not a hope, not a fear
not a smile, not a tear
not a name, not a face
no time, no place
We throw away our wealth
our blindfold
and break this state of siege
the weakness...
when it gets too real
it frightens me
when it gets too real
it frightens me
Determinated to destroy
all of our illusions
determinated to destroy
determinated...
We relapse into the darkness
We relapse into the void
We relapse in to the darkness
We relapse...
The Cancerous growth
that is mankind
trapped within marble halls as the present
is our everything and all
