Four walls and a door, that is who is least exposed Self medicating, high off our own supply Submission is a crime, horse pills and dollar signs Idealize to devalue, splitting between all forms The knife has two sharp ends, in a constant state of defense Never ending echo into oblivion I don't wanna see what's on the TV screen Kissing the cheek of death brings us closer to our heaven It's our power that we are giving away Overstimulated apathy Desensitized Consuming so we pray Over what was never gone