...Can't Make Sense of the Censor

You're safe wrapped up tight
In apathetic disbelief
Put your blood into words
Poison into arteries

Here now to insist
That you choke on the lead
To give up the morals
You don't need
While they manipulate the weak
They manipulate the weak

The pasture will be flooded with blackened gold
Cut vital tendons let the titan fall
Yet this is all that we've been left with
Observed yet unassisted

You're safe wrapped up tight
In apathetic disbelief
Put your blood into words
Poison into arteries

I can't make sense of the censor
I can't make sense of the censor

You rely on stained truth
Injected to your brain
The word of the digital god
Telling you who to hate

Vultures will prey on the ones who gave up
Believe what you see
Just how you want it to be
Committing murder just to get a bigger screen
Cockroaches wait their turn as they drown in the sea



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Miles Greaves, Sebastion Good, Maxwell Oscar James Griffin
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