Exacerbate the masses
And blindly fall in line
What is placed in front is what my ghosts chew behind
To bite upon the bitter fruit of the flawed human design

Is this a loss of identity, losing all my vanity
Say what
Slip, sinking in depravity
Cutting like scissors across the lines of insanity

I don't sleep
I just dream
I taste the ash upon me

And how's all this
My predetermined fate
A tear from the cycle
Now far from the taste

I shuffle off the mortal coil
A dialectic turmoil
To cut the stem
And try to rewrite the system

I don't sleep
I just dream
I taste the ash upon me

And how's all this
My predetermined fate
A tear from the cycle
Now far from the taste

They said my nature is pathology
How could there be anything fucking wrong with me

This reaction to existence is justified
Through pain I am gifted a new order of mind

New order of mind
New order of mind