Eon

(The devil, the ones whom murder value of dreams) (Thy enemies of nature while they're sleeping next to thee) We're following the herd Toward an aimless destination Consuming everything in hopes for an occupation We are modern slaves No longer bound in chains Simply tied up to the neck in debt that we just cannot repay Complacency We're circling the drain Antiquated since the origin Constructed this way Desperately Endlessly searching for identity Reluctant gatherings of beautiful lives Release the ties Unite us back together after all After all Politically charged to gather copious wealth Suspended deeply in the trenches, as they pander on themselves Caught in a pattern consisting of Selfish suits littered animations Of riches crawling underneath The very veins of any ambitions (Desperately) Desperately Endlessly searching for identity Reluctant gatherings of beautiful lives Release the ties Unite us back together after all Off with their fucking heads! (The) devil, the ones whom murder value of dreams Thy enemies of nature while they're sleeping next to thee The devil, the ones whom murder value of dreams Thy enemies of nature while they're sleeping next to thee