Let me tell you what I find sickening
Our self imprisonment seems to be quickening
We are the wardens
We are the inmates
Of our gilded cage
Alone
Our voices lost on the poison wind of this dying age
We are the wardens of our gilded cage
We vote ourselves into shackles
As if we had a choice
Our dignity: what a fucking joke
If it ever did live, it died with JFK
We are one and the same
Alone
And yet together
United under the weight of what it means to be "I"
The number 8 tipped on her shoulder
Chewing a tail of starry night sky
The more we learn
The more we cry
Or wish we could
Look death straight in the eye
The more we learn
It's tragic happiness in life comes from ignorance
The more we cry
Or wish we could
Straight in the eye
Let's be honest: our feelings wane by the day
Sapped by the screens
Sapped by the screens we cradle
Rotting culture brain-soup ladle
The pursuit of modern conveniences
Objects we hold so dear
Drain us day by day
The years passing us by
Never seeing what's right in front of us
We can never quite grasp the concept
Numbing our pain with magic potions
Anything not to feel
Anything not to feel
This way
We vote ourselves into shackles
As if we had a choice
Our dignity: what a fucking joke
If it ever did live, it died with JFK
We are one and the same
(Alone)
Repugnant seeds from the strategist
Cease all the feats of consequence
Sick from self-sabotage
We are wardens of gilded prisms