Exacerbate the masses And blindly fall in line What is placed in front is what my ghosts chew behind To bite upon the bitter fruit of the flawed human design Is this a loss of identity, losing all my vanity Say what Slip, sinking in depravity Cutting like scissors across the lines of insanity I don't sleep I just dream I taste the ash upon me And how's all this My predetermined fate A tear from the cycle Now far from the taste I shuffle off the mortal coil A dialectic turmoil To cut the stem And try to rewrite the system I don't sleep I just dream I taste the ash upon me And how's all this My predetermined fate A tear from the cycle Now far from the taste They said my nature is pathology How could there be anything fucking wrong with me This reaction to existence is justified Through pain I am gifted a new order of mind New order of mind New order of mind