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Make-believe world of pretense and lies

Blind too long to open your eyes

Purged of the image you masquerade

The false society unmade

In the true world the weak are crushed

The meek shall inherit the dust

Inherit the dust

Current of conformity

Swirls about your knees

Undertow drags you down

Weakness forces you to drown

Your cowardly blood turns to rust

The meek shall inherit the dust

Inherit the dust

Crumbling walls of your sheltered life

Seal you in your grave

Never thought it’d be like this on the outside

Or that you’d need to be saved

Dust eclipses the sun

Can no longer hide your face

What you wished to rule

Rules now in your place

Inherit the dust