All you can hope for is
To make a slight connection
A grand deception
Disguised as gods redemption
Forcefed delusions of grandeur
Within a mechanical pose
And a heart pumping a need for
I can still see
You sucking the life out of me
I
You think it's easy to live the silent lie
But your
So serene is the bleached white scene
Of a thousand crimes
We are the embarassment to market suicide
Without eyes full of
One nation under the gun
Where forward thinking is shunned
A morbid
(No lyrics - Instrumental)
