[00:27.36]This is a love affair with consumer despair
[00:30.92]An emptiness I can call my own
[00:33.56]An arbitrary sanctuary
[00:36.33]Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
[00:40.09]Welcome to the end stage age
[00:42.49]Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
[00:45.94]Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
[00:48.59]Isolation became a pre-existing condition
[00:54.28]Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
[01:00.30]But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
[01:03.39]A deep that cries out to deep
[01:06.16]This is a love affair with consumer despair
[01:09.36]An emptiness I can call my own
[01:12.38]An antidote for mystery
[01:15.08]Our indifference is deafening
[01:19.45](I am who I am)
[01:22.40]There's a presence here
[01:23.56]It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
[01:30.89]I built a home overlooking a graveyard
[01:33.80]To remind myself I'm still alive
[01:36.89]Yet you see a flaw still abides
[01:39.05]As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
[01:42.62]We watched a golden array of a casket parade
[01:45.94]As wealth makes its final display to the ground
[01:48.47]I found it strange that even in this place
[01:51.74]Death became such a gainful exchange
[01:57.48]Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
[02:00.49]I'll scour the earth for my identity
[02:05.18]Is there a cure for a sick society?
[02:09.07]So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
[02:12.21]The network of life in such a disconnect
[02:17.14]How many times must we die this death?
[02:21.20]Annihilation is all we are
[02:27.25]Desolation is everything I know
[02:55.95]All we are is all we love
[02:58.86]And everything I know is destructible
[03:01.58]Artificial heart, obsidian soul
[03:04.53]Encircled by dreams that are combustible
[03:07.36]We trade the Garden for Cities,  the Tree for a Tower
[03:10.44]Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
[03:13.27]I know that hope grows inside of the Wound
[03:15.43]And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
[03:18.58]So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
[03:21.28]Separate from the false pretense I embraced
[03:24.05]It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
[03:26.95]You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
[03:33.60]Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
[03:39.71]Cut me out from this nothingness
[03:46.88]Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading, silhouettes