ingests our lives Believe keyboard who's punching your buttons We entrust our minds and our pockets Unto a box guess who's listening The webs have been
Crown me - I am Godlike. Crown me - I am Godlike. Now I will reign. Now I will reign. Over the decay. The sun will burn My kingdom of dust. All my subjects
Christ, I will not die I'm not your Christ, I will not I will not die for you I will not die for you I will not die for you I will not
My sicken flesh carries our burden My cross to bare for my sins Crown me I am godlike Now I will reign over the decay The sun will burn my kingdom
Let's go for a walk and paint the stars In constellations of cruelty Can you dig the moonlight? Pass around the cleavers So we can cut each others hearts
. Raining down Splitting the tongues Raining down Unfulfilled souls stuffed on Their scripture, our greed will burn Unite. Build. Reaching. The hand of God will
Cement, mortar and bricks my favourite materials Brick by crick I'm Slowly building up my walls Higher And higher, I can barely see over now Hammer and
hurts, abrasive on my hands I dared to fall asleep to the waves crashing on impotence But can you climb to your feet and be proud Of what you have of
limp with a crutch Kneel in the circle you've created Reach out - out towards its walls And feel all its imperfection And realise that it will... Open
Justice for the enslaved Our minds are showered by ideas projected Our lives are material, lived through misguided obsessions Your thoughts and feelings
can I prove it on speculation Oh Courtney I love you, for being her my saviour But I can pretend to be suffering in between the brushstrokes and they will
before us we will - we will make this work we will - we will make this work we will - we will make this work we will make this work we will make this
motivate While I falter toward This is my endless struggle to find You can be so bold to let your expression show While I'm content with habitat Or will
Labcoats inhumanity The perfect pair for torturing life To benefit man Free Free Free Incarceration Self-inflicting A life awaiting end Insecure beast
good To put you down So I will serve it up to you Yea, I will serve it up to you Yea, I will serve it up to you Yea, I will serve it up This is my fuck
Ducking through the wave He's closing his eyes Cleansing his brain of a sensory Holding all his breath Collecting his thoughts To focus on a goal To
He cut his nose to spite his face Because he thought it would bring a change And clean his heart of all its ugliness And we just watch him bleed And
Head to toe draped in your skin Needless death, where's your compassion Why can't you see while stabbing your meat That you don't need to kill And still