The mind can atrophy
such mediocrity
things aren't what they seem
sometimes
and every waking dream
repeating
central theme
if we don't wake up do we die?
and when the best can be
worse than what's usually
found it's all between
the
lines
then patience starts to bleed
increasing enmity
its time to let the bullets fly
developed all exposure
revealing
no composure
the gates are open wide
the wrecking ball is here
your chest contains no treasure
the prisoners are
loose
we've come for you all
pay the expected fee
for the insanity
now the reflection's deeply
lined
all systems
fail and seize
break down and spill the grease
aggressive tendencies designed
and every element
will force a
consequence
it takes a slanted state of mind
then patience starts to bleed
increasing enmity
it's time to let the bullets
fly