You think you live your life free I'm here to tell you that you're living in a false world And there ain't nothing you can do Hide away in the fiction of your words Nobody's listening They only care about the light shining on them One little flower in a Storm of Discontent You're pathetic, you're living life staring at a back-light
Your whole world fits into the palm of your hand Your life is an hourglass and you're running out of sand
Your idea of intelligent design is some words spread on a page of lies I don't think you can take this I don't think you can take the truth
If you cut off the head then the body will wilt Take away all this nonsense; be left with no guilt This is just a religion without a god You're nothing more than a page that's filled with empty words
Your whole world fits into the palm of your hand Your life is an hourglass and you're running out of sand
We will be known as the Nameless And we will not bow to the Faceless