I fear we're trapped within our last days, a "masquerade"
With "masked faces" spreading "disease" like rats of the "Black Plague"
Where "facts" sway with each and every day
It's hard to say what's "real" or "ain't" or feel awake when things "appear as fake"
It's irritating debating who is sincere or snake
And "nowhere near escaping" merely "taken" where the spirit breaks
Within a "maze" in a "place" in which we created
A "cage" we're "enslaved" in "staying" lame, tame and "manipulated"
Brain waves get "invaded" made "vacant" my "states" in a state of "stasis"
"Decaying" away in a way it "fades" 'til completely "deflated"
Pain elevated, "hell" we're paying
playing "god" "creating" pawns the way we con with traits that favor "Satan"
No "savior" waiting to save your place in a place that's "sacred"
No "fate" your "faith's" a waste, a way to stay "sedated"
Sadists "slanging" disdain and hate and it's never satiated
"Chasing fame and pay" we're made to lay down and just "take it"
Fubar:
There's no other option left, we've tried for resolutions
Assemble it's time for revolution
You're seen as a piece of a pie instead of human
Expect to eventually die in retribution
Fight for evolution inside this holy war
Give rise to a solution and strike with no remourse
Surrender is something I'm incapable of
Tormentor, I bludgeon with insatiable lust
I cut the strings, no longer will I be a puppet
Keep it coming if your goal is to seek destruction
Nihilism is I, try and listen to find
A single purpose, look inside an infinite mind
There is none, we're broken in half now
They eat away either way hoping we back down
Invasions, throwing stones in a glass house
Mission is to sit upon a throne with a cracked crown