I was conditioned by your conditioner Cleansed over again by your tears I wept over your likely casket And prayed for the cessation of my years
I'm absent of anything pure Left with an empty morale Dead to the people around me Perpetually perpetuating a scowl
I remember the promise of better But I am shown that this fact is a lie I know I'll sell myself short forever Until my world is left without time
I thought that you'd be my salvation But you're signing my contract with hell Because nature is constantly snaping And you're stealing my secrets to sell
Though I am worth nothing but all of my suffering And even that is as cheap as the breeze I know that the audience will be clapping When I am consumed by the trees