The rhetoric of hate

Has worked its way subtlely

Into your mouth

Do you see? Can you hear? Don't you feel?

Altruism's dead

Empathy; that tiresome, foreign syntax

A wholesome meal for a "self made man"

Fed from a silver trough

A dish fit for a tyrant

This world is crumbling fast

There's so little feeling left

Its sickening

Avatars, diatribes, anonymity, pushing chemicals

I can hardly hold my head up

The ground we share is anything but safe

And it's taking all my effort

To remind myself

The camera's not rolling

I can't sleep, knowing they can

Beside their green dreams/their red thoughts/their weapons/their stubborn blindness

I can't sleep, knowing they can

Beside their green dreams/their red thoughts/their weapons/their stubborn blindness (Their Blindness)

I'm so afraid (I’m so fucking afraid) we've passed the point of no return

It's too late for us (too late)

It's dead, we're dead, altruism's dead