While She Sleeps - Method In Madness
It's just another mass production,
Here to poison our outlook.
The front seats to the holocaust,
Don't look, don't look, don't look.
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
why don't you listen to your heart instead?
You've heard it all before,
The crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns.
We live in these thorns,
Surrounded by a blood sport culture, there's no where to run.