Lirik
For some there is an end to the vice, but
For many it's an endless descent into depravity
A generation sterilized, weak, and numb
Mangled minds, fried neurology
Some say it's a grand experiment, but
The purpose of science is to advance mankind
The question, rather, is a moral one
The image and likeness of God divine
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Fallen state, a sense of helplessness
Spread from on high by a soulless entity
Salvation must come, to rid the disease
A cancer of the mind, the soul, and the body
I do what I do not want to do
And I what I want to do, I do not
Deadly sin, or virtuous life
A struggle to untie the unbreakable knot
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Given the incentive structures in place
Man's response is inevitable
For, built into his pliable brain
Is a monster waiting to corrupt his soul
One day, the carousel of worthless consumption
Will crumble and die in obsolescence
The pervasive plague will be seen for what it is
An exercise in erotic despair
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Empty promises, false expectation
Death in your pocket, more lethal than guns
A will constrained by one's own acts
New life must come, to counteract
Written by: Ethan Work
