Wide awake in dire straits heavy weighting magistrate is dead on the ground gone are days of recompense gone are ways to break this trance when all that you see looks plastic and all that you hear are lies all of your feelings spastic drastic measures for your demise death a door to a rising sea all this and more for a reasonable fee where we could be drowning under tidal waves lights blinding out the shadow cave where all that we see looks plastic and all that we hear are lies all our emotions spastic drastic measures for our demise fucker feel my power fucker heal my pride I leap off the Eiffel Tower as I swim in the rive Nile of one thing I'm certain nothing here makes sense I'm peaking behind the curtain but my soul is too fucking dense