if they wanna tear down my door
then they're gonna have to say to my face
"we know that we are not here for your sake
we're all just playing the game at your expense.
we watch it all from our position on the front lines
where common sense is overruled
by our procedures and presidents
and where every decision made is frivilous.
For money wealth and business..."
you've paid the price
now take the fucking product of your sins.

Yeah I'm a product of your systm and
my soul is soiled and my heart's impure.
my mind is a disease and there is no cure.
we are all just captive animals. we're forced to live mechanically
like all the tools we've learned to use with hands that we've so long abused
the priviledge of having. all we're good for's wrecking havoc.
we embrace our ignorance so we don't have to know the pain that we inflict
without a thought. just a flick of the wrist.
if we're created by a god, then your god must be an idiot.

they ignore the words that come from our lips
when they're coupled with violence.
we're kept docile and imprisoned with no chance of a release.
we don't get a damn thing when we're begging them please.
they measure out the cost but they don't think of our pain
so we lash out through impulses we try so hard to contain.
we thrash out and we seal our fates when all we have is our frustration.
we act out and damn ourselves when all we have to give is hatred.

stand in line and give no lip cause your freedom is just a priviledge
that you have been given just as lot as you embrace the system.
hide your eyes, keep yourself hidden. you're disgusting. you're afflicted.
stay hopelessly disconnected. pray away every erection.

there is no escape so there's no point in even trying.
i can tell you the apocalypse is gonna be D.I.Y.
and i can tell you truly, i've always been looking forward
to the end of our existance since the day that i was born.
we've been praying for the end of days since our first breath.
all we need's a little time to end the fucking world ourselves.

my soul is soiled and my heart's impure.
my mind is a disease and there is no cure.
we're unwelcome in our cities and inside of our skins
the only thing we have to call our own are gimmicks and our sins.
though our prison isn't brick and mortar we're still separated further
now more than we ever thought we could be distanced from each other.
building walls between our friends and screaming through the bricks we've lain
existing so solitary we've started to go insane.