Your inherent lack of forethought brought you here...
Redemption is Futile... Is this what you live for?
Pushing your tired body through a viscus maze
Trading trivia for portions of your soul
Giving up your lives to be sold
Shame; the declining state of man's potential
Dulled by years of rapturous overload
An endless feed fueling the need for the frivolous
The damage that's been done cannot be reversed
Is this your true purpose?
Forcing your weary mind through the poison cloud
Further into realms of confusion
Pushed beyond the threshold of return
Stupidity engulfs us like quicksand
Does this grant you freedom?
From that which ails you or does it enslave you?
Further down the rabbit hole you fall
As memories of light fade into subconscious
Shame; the declining state of man's potential
Dulled by years of rapturous overload
The worth of sheep boils down to wool and meat and we have been harvested to bone...