Giving purpose to an empty love
Hollow sorrows off of broken trust
Through glass, we rot our brains
When we find a place to be
Surrounded by nothing else, but the ones you retro feed

Rise up above the lights
Here comes the one who Pouters
False prophets in disguise
Stand tall against the tide
Seeing through electric eyes

Player part in his hive mind
Small part of a death machine
A tiny gears that thinks and bleeds
Too week to break the cycle
Too afraid to be left alone

Another victim of a Brutal system
One more play of sadistic theater
Jesters swears their king is a God
Rusty smiles, await applaud