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This is a love affair with consumer despair [1] An emptiness I can call my own [2] An arbitrary sanctuary [3] Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God [4] Welcome to the end stage age [5] Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription Vaccinated with an outward suspicion Isolation became a pre-existing condition [6] Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness A deep that cries out to deep [8] This is a love affair with consumer despair An emptiness I can call my own An antidote for mystery Our indifference is deafening אהיה אשר אהיה [9] There's a presence here [10] It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent I built a home overlooking a graveyard To remind myself I'm still alive Yet you see a flaw still abides As I witness an ending that I can't contrive Letras de cancionesWe watched a golden array of a casket parade As wealth makes its final display to the ground I found it strange that even in this place Death became such a gainful exchange Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds I'll scour the earth for my identity [11] Is there a cure for a sick society? [12] So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves The network of life in such a disconnect [13] How many times must we die this death? Annihilation is all we are Desolation is everything I know All we are is all we love [14] And everything I know is destructible Artificial heart, obsidian soul Encircled by dreams that are combustible [15] We trade the Garden for Cities, [16] the Tree for a Tower [17] Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power I know that hope grows inside of the Wound [18] And I know progress is empty [19], I must be consumed [20] So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face Separate from the false pretense I embraced [21] It kills me to know that you'll never find peace You can have all the world, but you'll never be free [22] Tear the stitches sewn across my existence Cut me out from this nothingness Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading, silhouettes [23] From Letras Mania