The Mind Can Atrophy

Such Mediocrity

Things Aren't What They Seem

Sometimes

And Every Waking Dream

Repeating Central Theme

If We Don't Wake Up Do We Die?

And When The Best Can Be

Worse Than What's Usually

Found It's All Between

The Lines

Then Patience Starts To Bleed

Increasing Enmity

Its Time To Let The Bullets Fly



Developed All Exposure

Revealing No Composure

The Gates Are Open Wide

The Wrecking Ball Is Here

Your Chest Contains No Treasure

The Prisoners Are Loose

We've Come For You All



Pay The Expected Fee

For The Insanity

Now The Reflection's Deeply

Lined

All Systems Fail And Seize

Break Down And Spill The Grease

Aggressive Tendencies Designed



And Every Element

Will Force A Consequence

It Takes A Slanted State Of Mind

Then Patience Starts To Bleed

Increasing Enmity

It's Time To Let The Bullets Fly