Warning silence Drown Choke, choke The future's at our throats The stench of open graves replaces stasis as we dance until We're past the point of iteration Even their gods have been delayed As soil turns to razor blades Polluted by our vanity Why would you save my grace? My fingers wrapped around the consequence See your face in the end Reflecting our extravagance Canonize the bastard, sanitize the crime Indifferent to the silence Out of sight, out of spine Decomposing dreams are drifting through my stream of consciousness Winding down The sins of our fathers have stolen your water Lambs to the slaughter, terror for fodder Our eyes are shrouded with decadence We traded the future for reverence We're watching the end of innocence and all we do is nod on cue Paralyzed by design all my life We're taking breaths on stolen time We're finding bliss in blinded eyes We're taking breaths on stolen time Finding bliss in willfully blinded eyes