What more is there to admire?
Take a look at the landfill fire
People look with no desire
Looking straight with no desire
Look out on the bluest day
Grey veins on the landscape
Clotting my heart today
I can't compromise my freedom for this
I am god
I am real
I am the doer in you that sows a beat down soul
With all your love
The walls of Zion ring quiet repeating the atmospheric noise
Mortally
Have we agreed on a frame of mind?
Form a scene of a perfect wedding
It dies out with everything
In the air, with everything
There will always be forgotten lives - get comfy in your disguise
This life is just too convenient, my morals wait for 900 years
They float around in the ocean, killing life cause we're not there
I'm missing life in the city, all I wanted was mainstream profit
People follow their pipe dreams, chasing power or someone's credit
We were raised connected, we are the last of the good old organic human race
We were raised as one, we wield too much power to continue killing the poor
We were raised connected, by hatred and loathing for the virtual place
We were raised with purpose, it must, it must be us that takes down the fragile state