An Antiquated Bluff
What is that of will that of inspiration where is your will where is your inspiration what Inspiration?
Who gave the diagnosis
When comes the promise of a metamorphosis what metamorphosis?
It's all rebirth or regurgitate activist
Or activate infect infest inspect
(Such a view of things I can't see
Quite a view for a head with no eyes
A million miles from somewhere
And I can see the track marks on your pride
This kiss vicious with this fission
From the hardwired react
Never ending never began
Rethink your voice as a force
To distract there is no art
There is only consent intact in fact extinct)
Either way you're still dead
Inside breathing is trivial
When you're dead inside
And I'm shining flashlights in my face
To keep the glimmer in my eyes
And you're all still dead inside
You can talk talk talk talk
Your wise talk of rebuilt lives
The construction workers are out on strike
Is there anyone left trying
Just content in an existence
Worth simply dying
Well we're dying it's rebirth
As regurgitate activist is
To activate inspect infest then infect.