Shakespearean Tragedy lyrics

For in the last days mankind will become lovers of themselves moreso than lovers of God These superficialities bombard me from all sides through the window blindly foreshadowing our own demise The inner self ignored left unexplored As I endeavor to never measure up I cannot recall the day when I found myself unsatisfactory the mirror doesn't lie unpleasing to the eye Never thin enough never built-up enough Never measure up never measure up Secret prayers etched in carbonite Exalted images of plastic perfection Tear them, tear them down Self-mutilation for sensory gratification Tear them, down to the ground I lose myself preoccu-passionately dim mak affliction in the pupae stage spawns the sickness within this chrysalis leaving behind a man now dead I remove you from myself like a gangrenous limb before the infection spreads For in the last days mankind will become lovers of themselves moreso than lovers of God These superficialities bombard me from all sides through the window blindly foreshadowing our own demise