(Philosophy as God, psychotherapy)
(My church burns, me my own enemy?)

Can you make hypnotized blind men see?
This prison planet existed for eternity
Amnesiac comatose, a broken fixation
Arms raised in ecstasy, undead dehydration

Pulled apart at the seams
At the intersection of life and dreams
Of life and dreams

Leave your dead gods in the vestibule
Leave your dead gods in the vestibule
Leave your dead gods in the vestibule
Rest your head, confess sins, this is therapy
Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone)
Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone)
Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone)
Crack a book, idolize, and make spectacle

Fractured psyche, devotion destroyed
Sipping sorrow from silver spoons
Mirror mirror, a reflection
Lamentation of self-control

Beneath the city lights (through the neon glow)
Wading through the neon glow, seeking reason
Beneath the city lights (through the neon glow)
Wading through the neon glow, seeking reason

This city is my church, its streets a missionary
Electrical hums its hymn, a diaspora of souls
This city is my church, its streets a missionary
Electrical hums its hymn, a diaspora of souls

This city is my church
Beneath the neon glow, it burns
This city is my church
Beneath the neon glow, it burns