Reality is gone again be cautious when you're swallowing the toxins
In a way that makes your lungs believe it's oxygen.
It's unhealthy, I know because they tell me I get lost within
The fog, but when I'm wandering God never felt so heavy.
Exhale, what's a cross to a christ?
I think as my smoke gets lost in the night,
I watch a moth that thought he was right,
Flock towards the light, drop from his height,
Even hindsight gets lost with its life
It's quite a fine line between rotten and ripe.
When each day's the same thing, the pain that each day brings,
Won't go away, but it may fade into a faint sting,
No matter how much change collection plates may bring,
Soldiers start marching in when the proud saints sing,
Painting on an angel face, collecting feathers, made wings
Idolized 'til praying hands became the devil's playthings.

It seems strange the way the scenes change while repeating
Replay, cliches disguised before a greenscreen.
If there's no end, then the mean seems suspiciously
Dependent on the missing slash fictitious bits of history
Ideas like divinity, religiously were underscored,
Resources were the forces that had both begun and won the war.
So whats the score? Far as I can tell, same as it was before
Suffer for, more forbidden fruit but rarely touch the core.
Coming up, from the floor, People taking from the poor
Exporting it with disproportionate rewards and nothing more,
I wonder what the money's for, what's everybody running for?
If I would love my muscles more, comfortably numb or sore.
But this is just the business, counterfeiting twisted smiles
Optimistic, bound to fit in if I live in single file
Children growing cynical within a vicious cycle
Feeling like what's worst in life is critical to his survival.

Those most viciously afflicted with the sickness are the symptomless
The most prolific vivid vision's typically the simplest,
It's amazing what you see when you bother to look,
Dividends of fishermen got caught in the hook,
Of his line, while his mind got lost in a book,
Now he's lost in his lines, lawfully rob from the crook,
I guess he saw his time was borrowed, only so long you can follow
Only so many fine wines that you could swallow,
My intent instead is to reject what uncle Simon says,
My defiant rhyming dialect is just a side effect,
People walk around like walking dead more than a minor threat,
How you gonna **** a talking head when you can't find a neck?
I suggest that you protect your mind instead, cause mindless men
Think that they're the brightest cause the light switch in the lion's den
They've kind of been confined within is on so high it blinded them,
Moths go flying towards those kinds of lights and then they die in them