Lyrics

Four walls and a door, that is who is least exposed
Self medicating, high off our own supply
Submission is the crime, horse pills and dollar signs
Idealize to devalue splitting between all forms

The knife has two sharp ends, in a constant state of defense
Never ending echo into oblivion
I don’t want to see what’s on the TV screen
Kissing the cheek of death brings us closer to our heaven

It’s our power that we are giving away
Overstimulated apathy
Desensitized
Consuming so we pray
Over what was never gone