You're manufacturing your own obsession By the paroxysmal escapism By the artificial senses Fostered to provide protection From the justified cannibalism
Wasting dreams you never had Spilling blood you never bled For the virtues that are force fed
Built to lust on blinded bliss A synthetic masterpiece You will never feel alone In the gallery of scorn
You're attending this dramatic coronation Of the self-inflicted sacrilege Of the unforbidden myths Once held in abomination Behold them burning the last bridge