Pillars of Decay

Benevolence your edifice of claim
Architecture of insignificance made you fucking lame
Confinement caressed your allure of respect
But your fortunes would have been better with a different project
For you plateaued without digging your own moat
The world was vast warlike, all around as you spoke
Of how the meager shall inherit the earth
But there's no infant here to save us with his birth
Reminisce, but old stories should not mean our silence
Respect old man does not mean reverence
Recollecting exploits, tally up where's yours?
What's honor mean when you're on all fours?
We treat each moment, like we're wearing a costume
But we're actually all walking to our doom
A gun placed to the back of our head
Most of us choose ignorance and just walk forward instead

You don't understand, you don't get it
You're just a backwards piece of shit
Dance of the devil, you're always in trouble
Keeping your look over your shoulder

Yet we certainly deserve a nuclear hit
Maybe it'd wake us out of this mindset
Where we take for granted all that we know
Continue on with this ego driven show
No one looking at the cost to you or me
And in all of the destruction this is the way
Will always defend to the end
How we send ourselves to the truest oblivion

To my most fanciful recollection
Life just seems like a bitter auction
Always squandering our time away
To the highest of bidders, who ever will fucking pay?
But ain't life worth more than the paper?
Are you just going to be another scapegoater?
Tied in by the pot bellied ringmaster
Who's reaps his rewards on the back of our labor
Always on the go, like I'm always on the run
This was never my flow, but I'm standing under the sun
Constant reminders like I'll never be free
Can't I escape this self inflicted tragedy
I just want another chance, but It'll never be me
I just want another dance, but my partner won't see me
Lost in the gaze of some others ecstasy
I know I was never gonna be meant to achieve
A standing ovation, that's not for my profession
I know I only have thankless dedication
To a craft so god damn mysterious
That if you even talk about it I curl to a fist
And knock out all of the answers
From those who call themselves preachers
From those who pride themselves as reformers
I know in the end you're all just a bunch of motherfucking jokers