My mind struggles to resist Frustration The modern decay A disease of societal dismay
Dismay and apathy
To the weak ignorance is bliss Your choice not to choose And the walls are closing in Reality seems but a dark dream to me The inevitable sting of an irrelevant life Vanished in mediocrity Banished by a lack of free thought or will
Just breathe above the thoughts you hide And then, when it all comes to pass The fear of confrontation will be The end of your vow of silence
One mind, no thought Give up all sense of control My own body, no self preservation Reality seems but a dark dream to me The unbearable sting The pendulum swings, Void passing moments have been instilled
No sense to emote Will you ever realise Of what it is you have been deprived? No sense to emote
Just breathe above the thoughts you hide And then, when it all comes to pass The fear of confrontation will be The end of your vow of silence Finally we are the ill fated, we are sedated We are the ill fated Consciously sedated