Inhabiting Existence

Holding on to hand me down institutions
Isolated, corruption lead evolution
Gotta stop and tie the loose ends to the ground
Shut down our state of mind

Burning up on the run before it's
Hands up get down drop your guns
Cuz you know it's my turn (my turn)
We're barely keeping score

Severing the ties to a world less drunken
While inhibiting and limiting your own brain function
Entertainment for the masses
That they swallow like molasses
But it's easy to choke when they're all sitting on their asses
Can't digest, hard to process
Breathing in all these commodities and oddities
Afflicting pain in my chest
Steady heavy doses of medication
For our contemplation
Of our problems and whether not she's fakin'... it

Make room for the modern world
Make room for the modern world
(Don't fall asleep with your eyes wide open)
These words I know. Overdose and let it go
(Can't look around when I'm losing a part of me)
Make room for the modern world
(Don't fall asleep with your eyes wide open)
Bring your boys and girls
(Feel the free)
To the underworld
(Breathe it in)
Fake a smile