Who is really winning
When everybody's sinning?
Have you seen the crimson on your skin you've been spilling?
How can we
Feed our egos with the chemicals
Claim they open up our souls
As we cursing steeples?
Behold! New millennial
Blaspheme the millennial traditional
Devout to the digital and ritual medicinals
This god is original
That one's old and fictional
Tell yourself they want control
'Cause you just don't wanna be told
What to do
Even when it's good for you
Speak the truth
That's pride
The other lion kind
Huh
Can you see beyond your eyes?
Hey
Can you see beyond your lies?
Blind leading the blind
Combined and intertwined
That's humanity
Lift your eyes up higher, see reality
People sleeping wide awake and dreaming
Conjuring up their own majesty?
Huh
Conjuring up their own
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Eight billion Odins emboldened to defy their Ragnorök
And they act benevolent, telling that they want the best for y'all
But you make a single wrong move and they turn to cannibals
They'll bite you flesh and bone, but they save the mandibles
From the top pump out pretty lies: a heart and cap of gold
They murder their brothers and you tell 'em atta boy?
And hand 'em coins?
You Pharisees can't avoid what's coming
White, Black, Red, Pale
Then nothing
But, I got the mettle to meddle with gold calves and devils
Their lead ain't never pencil
They can't create anything
Including any blessings
You hear the fat lady sing?
It's over
Brünnhilde's fires enlighten the sober
It's not the lies you tell other people that matter most
It's the ones you tell yourself that dig you into holes
Damning all these souls
That drags ya down to hell
Trust me
I know
That feeling very well
Indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
(Wisdom)
(Kills 'em)
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Who is really winning
When everybody's sinning?
Have you seen the crimson on your skin you've been spilling?
How can we
Feed our egos with the chemicals
Claim they open up our souls
As we cursing steeples?
Behold! New millennial
Blaspheme the millennial traditional
Devout to the digital and ritual medicinals
This god is original
That one's old and fictional
Tell yourself they want control
'Cause you just don't wanna be told
What to do
Even when it's good for you
Speak the truth
That's pride
The other lion kind
Huh
Can you see beyond your eyes?
Hey
Can you see beyond your lies?
Blind leading the blind
Combined and intertwined
That's humanity
Lift your eyes up higher, see reality
People sleeping wide awake and dreaming
Conjuring up their own majesty?
Huh
Conjuring up their own
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Eight billion Odins emboldened to defy their Ragnorök
And they act benevolent, telling that they want the best for y'all
But you make a single wrong move and they turn to cannibals
They'll bite you flesh and bone, but they save the mandibles
From the top pump out pretty lies: a heart and cap of gold
They murder their brothers and you tell 'em atta boy?
And hand 'em coins?
You Pharisees can't avoid what's coming
White, Black, Red, Pale
Then nothing
But, I got the mettle to meddle with gold calves and devils
Their lead ain't never pencil
They can't create anything
Including any blessings
You hear the fat lady sing?
It's over
Brünnhilde's fires enlighten the sober
It's not the lies you tell other people that matter most
It's the ones you tell yourself that dig you into holes
Damning all these souls
That drags ya down to hell
Trust me
I know
That feeling very well
Indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
(Wisdom)
(Kills 'em)
When everybody's sinning?
Have you seen the crimson on your skin you've been spilling?
How can we
Feed our egos with the chemicals
Claim they open up our souls
As we cursing steeples?
Behold! New millennial
Blaspheme the millennial traditional
Devout to the digital and ritual medicinals
This god is original
That one's old and fictional
Tell yourself they want control
'Cause you just don't wanna be told
What to do
Even when it's good for you
Speak the truth
That's pride
The other lion kind
Huh
Can you see beyond your eyes?
Hey
Can you see beyond your lies?
Blind leading the blind
Combined and intertwined
That's humanity
Lift your eyes up higher, see reality
People sleeping wide awake and dreaming
Conjuring up their own majesty?
Huh
Conjuring up their own
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Self-indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
Eight billion Odins emboldened to defy their Ragnorök
And they act benevolent, telling that they want the best for y'all
But you make a single wrong move and they turn to cannibals
They'll bite you flesh and bone, but they save the mandibles
From the top pump out pretty lies: a heart and cap of gold
They murder their brothers and you tell 'em atta boy?
And hand 'em coins?
You Pharisees can't avoid what's coming
White, Black, Red, Pale
Then nothing
But, I got the mettle to meddle with gold calves and devils
Their lead ain't never pencil
They can't create anything
Including any blessings
You hear the fat lady sing?
It's over
Brünnhilde's fires enlighten the sober
It's not the lies you tell other people that matter most
It's the ones you tell yourself that dig you into holes
Damning all these souls
That drags ya down to hell
Trust me
I know
That feeling very well
Indulgent gods
In homemade pantheons
Fashioned in the laboratory
Of undemanding thoughts
A designed enlightenment's a very pleasant system
Pride before the fall
Manufactured wisdom
(Wisdom)
(Kills 'em)
Writer: Chase Dahl
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