Condition 歌词

Dreams fake awaken Trapped and shifting Slowly losing finds Nothing left to learn Tortured soul The mind it aches scratching til it bleeds Detatch the chord of strings This freedom so enslaving Consuming reverie Spoils sense of worth Diseased with life expectance Implicitly confined In dissension of A meaningful existence Falling from belief And insecure in hope We are empty vessels Sifting through a reason Living lifeless virtue We all perish With rotting minds So apathetic Nothing matters anymore There never was a god To whore out to save us From ourselves Following a path Complacently defined Individuality As sheep we are refined