Bête Noire

Mental slavery?
Is that what we've grown to be?
Challenging our every decision
Prisoners with no envisions
In the cells they built

We built?
You built
I don't know how to even exist
Do I even exist?
Do you even exist?

I'm tired
You're tired
The darkness is leeching
And the void is breaching
Not hearing
Not trusting
A word that you're preaching

I'm preaching?
You're preaching
You're one of those far-reaching
Weavers of the false teachings
Master of the arts in bullshiting

Intriguing
How intriguing
Oh, he's still breathing
How the fuck is he still breathing?
(He's still breathing)

Resentment derives
From the cannibal that eats us alive
And I'm sorry that you know
Of our history unfolding
Before our eyes are blind to the sign
But they'll never see
What isn't meant to be
In the line of fire
We'll bring it down to the wire
No, the word on the street

Crush it all and bleed it to the core
No one will find us
Nobody from before
There's a pattern emerging
Of a future version
Of a mind diversion
Prepare incursion

Throw your mind into the void
Don't believe the noise
Throw your mind into the void
Don't believe the noise

You had a vision
Of slaves and believers
A pit of snakes ready to devour the forgivers
Weavers
Of the fate of the unbelievers
Shivers
From the sight of the black rivers

Throw your mind into the void
Don't believe the noise

We are
We are
The generation of the lost
Hive mind, black heart
Already sold our souls
Standing on trial and the jury is crooked
Judgment is death
And you
You should just

Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha
Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha

You had a vision
Of slaves and believers
A pit of snakes ready to devour the forgivers

A morality tale that defeats the purpose
Opiate for the masses of a dying serpent

Orwellian intolerance speaks volumes
Self-righteous hypocrites
Detrimental values

A morality tale that defeats the purpose
Opiate for the masses of a dying serpent

Opiate for the masses of a dying serpent

Throw your mind into the void
Don't believe the noise

You had a vision
Of slaves and believers
A pit of snakes ready to devour the forgivers
Weavers
Of the fate of the unbelievers
Shivers
From the sight of the black rivers

Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha
Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha

Weavers
Of the fate of the unbelievers
Shivers
From the sight of the black rivers

A morality tale that defeats the purpose
Opiate for the masses of a dying serpent

Orwellian intolerance speaks volumes
Self-righteous hypocrites
Detrimental values

We are
We are
The generation of the lost
Hive mind, black heart
Already sold our souls
Standing on trial and the jury is crooked
Judgment is death
And you
You should just

Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha
Throw me to your wolves
It's all you can do
Watch me coming out and become the alpha