Yeah, I guess it makes a lot of sense to follow down the line like the rest
The wretches make us; they'll doom us all
They would do anything to watch us fall

Continue living in a past-tense
Consume the weak, destroy the rest, be the best, be the best
Why would I cover up my eyes?

Watching the world lay on its death bed, the message sticks inside my head

Fucking kill me

Yeah, I guess it makes a lot of sense to follow down the line just like all the rest
Don't let this feeling go; this feeling you should never show
As I bleed out on your front porch, I watch you staring from the front door
With my head between my legs, pale, and blood-depleted
I'm faced with all the differences that lie between us

Dissect cultures, fear vultures
How could you cover up your eyes?
And either way I'm stuck between the lines

And in the end I wish you'd kill me
Why'd you tell me ''Don't take off that blindfold; consume the weak, destroy the rest, be the best, be the best, be the best''?

Dig a hole until your arms go numb
Sink inside and let the earth pile up
Etch your roots deep down
None of the gods survive underground

Eyes staring blankly out to
Why bother waking up to
Fading lights and melting ice
If this is what it means to be alive
I would rather be alone

If someone were to ask me in the end for the reasons that compel me not to stay
I know we need to do this in a different way
We need to do this in a different way