A constant torment to the senses
World of pleasure through rose coloured lenses
Indifference to a culture of clones
A carbon copy of an idol unknown
Off the bridge, you plummet
Nausea never makes you learn from it
The river of gold is just so bitter
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger
Wading in streets of filth
Your cruelty has turned habitual
Tunnel vision aimed at your high
A head on collision with the concrete
Choke on your indulgence
Poison yourselves in harmony
Culture in a downward spiral
Will it be worth it when the cloth you bear
Is stained with blood and bile?
World of pleasure through rose coloured lenses
Indifference to a culture of clones
A carbon copy of an idol unknown
Off the bridge, you plummet
Nausea never makes you learn from it
The river of gold is just so bitter
Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger
Wading in streets of filth
Your cruelty has turned habitual
Tunnel vision aimed at your high
A head on collision with the concrete
Choke on your indulgence
Poison yourselves in harmony
Culture in a downward spiral
Will it be worth it when the cloth you bear
Is stained with blood and bile?
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