Iu0027m so weak I canu0027t recall the phrase

we buried beneath of the meme

the echo that we train decaying

conditional, fictional

we try to believe in the biblical

certainly so cynical controlling me



weu0027re so fake, plastic

at dawn we sleep for maintenance

dust in place of the pretty parts

we save to age less

no technique abstract

old beliefs sustain us

blame the kneeling cause

every time you pray I run away



dance for me in a dream we

built to exploit all our enemies

smashed to pieces

bled to death we drink the leak



come and see the god without chains

no mercy of consequence the audience craves

all of our wrists, all of our veins

blocking our hearts from bleeding

stopping the drain