[Instrumental]

Careless, to try to think that we've progressed
And the consequence of walking quietly
We only know, what we've been told
Self's exposed and overloaded
These monuments built by thieves
Keep us contained

Polished they stand and guide us
I found a four leaf clover
Hidden within
Buried beneath my fears
And we fall, kneeling
Begging for scraps

Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man

We come from control
A paradigm that leads us through the valley
Into the mouths of wolves
We are being eaten alive

And we fall, kneeling
Begging for what?

Hands and arms stretched out
We reach for what we're given
So privileged
I'd imagine it could be the fall of man

The tailor's shop has closed
And we don't dress for miracles anymore

Oh, how we believe in
All the monuments built by thieves...

Pull me from the gallows
of this fiber-optic nation

I cannot compute why
we celebrate this mediocrity

Just let me download my
latest update right now
Just give me access to
my latest opinion
Now, now, give it now

Unplug me from this fantasy
my eyes have seen the sun
Have we all become voyeurs
covered by this digital veil

Direct my mind
just keep me occupied
don't let me find
something that is worth my time

We like to think that we
are more connected
but the truth is that we've
never been more divided
It's just too awkward
I need my digital veil

Blow the lid off your hard drive
and even if I can't comprehend
my place in this world

Pull me from the gallows
of this fiber-optic nation

Get me off whatever you're on
I'm just trying to be yourself
self's aware but barely
fight for my two cents
and commit to my dreams existence
I'll only ever know myself

Carry this on to the ones that lost their way
I'm right beside you
every time you need a hand there I'll be
I'm right beside you now

Un-notice me
you're observation is deadly
defiling all that is in me
You tried to choke out my process
but ended up taking damage

The cycle never ends
you're kicking and screaming my name
spinning into oblivion
breathe in your hot air
for some reason its not uplifting
its dense just like your point of view

You gotta get me off whatever you're on

Let me go, away
I know that you won't stay

Please forgive me
I didn't know
I've got my finger on the pulse
You said goodbye, so-long
I'll see you when it's over

I know what you are thinking
how could he take apart my safety

We're not the ones keeping you down

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around

Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the egnominy stained creed
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world

Kneeling and trembling before him

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves,
Now we sell ourselves around.

Waiting on knowledge
Fed to us with a plastic spoon.

Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased
With every word spoken today
Make what you will and understand
A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the egnominy stained creed
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world

Beyond the drought worn hillside
A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens
We look up to face our fears
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims

"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons.
You have nowhere to hide, bow before me."

The regiment's morale dwindles
As they stare at me I yell,
"As we perish may our blood that spills
Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance."

And as he slaughtered them all one by one
I watched from a distance
Waiting for the chance to raise my hand
"No more, will I be under your manipulation"

I thrust forward
With my perceptive glove
Gathering all my strength
Thou shalt now disappear
Bruised and beaten
Severed head in hand.
The archetype has failed.
We'll never forget...

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around.

Waiting on knowledge
Fed to us with a plastic spoon, with a plastic spoon

Regiments of disconnects
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise.
Battlefields colored with creeds.
Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world.

It feels like I'm on fire
I'm on a roll
I'm a take this one home when I let go and I'm not gonna stop till it's done
I'm dedicated to the decimation

Blast off into consciousness, time to leave the world behind

Brainstorm - last out at sea
Life is nothing but a dream

I stand before you from the outside looking in
A quick chance to get back to basics, discipline weighs ounces but regret weighs tons
Mentally, I'm moving mountains

I'm taking off, the grind is killing me
I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic

Reach out, reach out
Mentally I've just drown as tall as your God

It feels like I'm on fire

Most of the men here will die but we are all the ones the constellations will guide through the night while you sleep
So we will leave as a fleet, but return like the martyrs of the sea and the spheres, up above, all of us

I've walked down the road just to find that I'm alone, the flagship stands but the rest may have been burned
I've carried the weight at a nations demands, now
Mother will you guide us home

Few of the men here survived but we are all the ones the heavens will guide through the night while you sleep
Oh, we have been in the womb of this vessel so long
The thought of coming home is gone
I'll think of you while I dream
The squall has passed but I'm still not safe

I've walked down this road just to find we are not alone
The flagship stands but the rest have been burned
I've carried the weight of a nation's demands, now
Mother will you guide us home

I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now why's it so cold at night
Whenever I'm alone
The child is gone
So I've been told
In every bet there is a fool and a thief
Now walk
Follow the pattern
That leads us through our lives
Now that it shows
I can see the cynic I've become
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man.

I am walking a line between
The profound and banal
Losing my faith
But now why's it so cold at night
Whenever I'm alone
And thieves wear crowns

I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
And in every bet there's a fool and a thief
We're all lost
In these patterns
I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man
We're all lost
What's the point of these patterns?