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Eyesight conceals a lack of vision

Choking on our own derision

Pushing progress to amass wealth

Enucleated from ourselves

Gouge out the eyes of everyone They don't use them anyway

A gift of limitation Passive restraints -

Closer to the end - Further from ourselves X2

The highway is lined with caskets The streets are filled with blood

Corpses running to their graves before they've even been dug -

Closer to the end - Further from ourselves X2

Slumping spirit of our moral slowly turning into dust

Every dollar that we spend is made from the minutes of our lives

All the things that we consume will end up consuming us

Blackening skyline - Burgeoning dystopia

Petrified collective frozen in disgust

laughing as we rip out our own fucking guts

Blackening skyline - Burgeoning dystopia