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This is a love affair with consumer despair |
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An emptiness I can call my own |
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An arbitrary sanctuary |
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Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God |
| [00:40.09] |
Welcome to the end stage age |
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Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription |
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Vaccinated with an outward suspicion |
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Isolation became a pre-existing condition |
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Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent |
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But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness |
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A deep that cries out to deep |
| [01:06.16] |
This is a love affair with consumer despair |
| [01:09.36] |
An emptiness I can call my own |
| [01:12.38] |
An antidote for mystery |
| [01:15.08] |
Our indifference is deafening |
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(I am who I am) |
| [01:22.40] |
There's a presence here |
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It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent |
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I built a home overlooking a graveyard |
| [01:33.80] |
To remind myself I'm still alive |
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Yet you see a flaw still abides |
| [01:39.05] |
As I witness an ending that I can't contrive |
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We watched a golden array of a casket parade |
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As wealth makes its final display to the ground |
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I found it strange that even in this place |
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Death became such a gainful exchange |
| [01:57.48] |
Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds |
| [02:00.49] |
I'll scour the earth for my identity |
| [02:05.18] |
Is there a cure for a sick society? |
| [02:09.07] |
So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves |
| [02:12.21] |
The network of life in such a disconnect |
| [02:17.14] |
How many times must we die this death? |
| [02:21.20] |
Annihilation is all we are |
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Desolation is everything I know |
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All we are is all we love |
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And everything I know is destructible |
| [03:01.58] |
Artificial heart, obsidian soul |
| [03:04.53] |
Encircled by dreams that are combustible |
| [03:07.36] |
We trade the Garden for Cities, the Tree for a Tower |
| [03:10.44] |
Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power |
| [03:13.27] |
I know that hope grows inside of the Wound |
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And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed |
| [03:18.58] |
So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face |
| [03:21.28] |
Separate from the false pretense I embraced |
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It kills me to know that you'll never find peace |
| [03:26.95] |
You can have all the world, but you'll never be free |
| [03:33.60] |
Tear the stitches sewn across my existence |
| [03:39.71] |
Cut me out from this nothingness |
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Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading, silhouettes |
