GLASS HOUSE (INTERMISSION)
Greetings from the fifth circle
I'd imagine by the time you hear this
You will have already sold your soul
I wandered in limbo puzzling my existential puzzle
But the more I sifted, the more lost I became in my pieces
Upon looking around me
I saw everyone else's absolute fucking mess of pieces
Others... even most stood like gods
Thinking that they had it all figured out
And people like us were somehow
So easy to understand all the sudden
And nobody was even fucking close to the truth
You all spend your time
Bitching and moaning about things that don't even concern you
In the first place
While building you shallow and fake personas
Making yourselves feel important
While throwing stones in a glass house
A house built on an even flimsier foundation
Rotten away by your insecurities
The cult always looking for someone to blame
In the name of self proclaimed righteousness
Judge, jury and executioner
In an even more broken system built by the fragile
And every opinion becoming fact
And the sheep follow behind with zero question
And stripping you of your basic freedom
That of choice
Someone has an opinion and all the sudden
They have a fucking masters degree
Your mouth will be stapled shut
And soon... you will all die upon my return
I will put you against yourself
And I drag you back here with me
And you will drown in that river
I'd imagine by the time you hear this
You will have already sold your soul
I wandered in limbo puzzling my existential puzzle
But the more I sifted, the more lost I became in my pieces
Upon looking around me
I saw everyone else's absolute fucking mess of pieces
Others... even most stood like gods
Thinking that they had it all figured out
And people like us were somehow
So easy to understand all the sudden
And nobody was even fucking close to the truth
You all spend your time
Bitching and moaning about things that don't even concern you
In the first place
While building you shallow and fake personas
Making yourselves feel important
While throwing stones in a glass house
A house built on an even flimsier foundation
Rotten away by your insecurities
The cult always looking for someone to blame
In the name of self proclaimed righteousness
Judge, jury and executioner
In an even more broken system built by the fragile
And every opinion becoming fact
And the sheep follow behind with zero question
And stripping you of your basic freedom
That of choice
Someone has an opinion and all the sudden
They have a fucking masters degree
Your mouth will be stapled shut
And soon... you will all die upon my return
I will put you against yourself
And I drag you back here with me
And you will drown in that river
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