These synthetics will be our death！ (x4)
The stench is all around me
its pestilence is inside us all
light this parasite leaching life
cause standing alone is not a fault
Eating what’s fed to you only to infest and fester
leaves the want to stitch an eye shut
kill these harams with disgust
These synthetics will be our death！ (x4)
Slave to the invisible glam
worship a pathetic material addiction
delineates a lifeless generation
an end time is now here
not from an apocalypse
but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes
remain stagnant get branded by names
always indebted a total submission
from a complete non-existence
These plastics will decay now separate the fixated (x2)
All of these things, all that you dreamed,
all that you worked for was all manifested
by this illusion of peace of mind.
Suffocate under all of these names
and submit to their synthetic sweatshop banner
you’re just a sycophant (x2)
I hate you life you sycophant (x2)
An exit exists
Kill the artificial with a wave of solitude
use the voice prone silent
to escape from a mainstream atrophy
stand alone break this user cycle
stand alone burn all these cosmopolitan images
and surrender the vogue trends
bleed out this sickness discover
what’s human and what this new plague will breed so meaningless
get a new fix we need an unwashed drive to gut them all
speak of the trite as a disease
display their colors without conviction
never mind the excruciation for your velvet candor
to weak to stand alone my sycophant