Stand dead and bloated, When nothing is goaded, All hope is corroded
En masse and faceless, Increasingly brainless, Where pain becomes painless
Stand dead and bloated, When nothing is goaded, All hope is corroded
En masse and faceless, Increasingly brainless, Where pain becomes painless
But who’s to tell ?

The bricks and the mortar of submissive whims
Through thickened black water, the joke’s wearing thin
The insult to injury without an end
Cult of extremities, submerged within

Inside out and backwards, keep running the marathon
Lights out in the darkness-Autopilot mode

The leash and the blindfold where decadence grins
Locked in its stronghold where compulsion wins
The fear we are worshipping to save face again
Cult of extremities, submerged within

Dead on arrival, autopilots dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, autopilots dead on arrival

Inside out and backwards, keep running the marathon
Lights out in the darkness-Autopilot mode

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