Dogma demonizing discourse
Data drowning in indoctrination
Painting devils on unknown faces
A closed mind birthing our disgraces
We bend light to fit in our spectrum
We belittle the strength of our venom
We mutilate truth
Design divided youth
Erode the structure of introspection
A hive is hell for individuality
Conform to the norm of modern mentality
Insanity just the absence of normality
Conformity in lieu of simple rationality
Might your misery wake you yet
A solemn cry joins the aggregate
Morph into this mass of malice
That cowers before a doctrinal palace
We can't live with ourselves so we bow
To the will of the tyrants we allow
To the scriptures that silence our conviction
Defeat in the sweet embrace of fiction
We are worthless, pathetic, weak
We mourn the world that we used to seek
Defeatists demanding a higher will
Reality is a bitter pill
Reality is a bitter fucking pill
Lie to yourselves until you've had your fill
Reality is a bitter pill
Might your misery wake you yet
A solemn cry joins the aggregate
Morph into this mass of malice
That cowers before a doctrinal palace
As long as there is doubt there is hope we'll learn
But hope is a salve on a burning world
The steps we take to prove the truths we know
Will take us to a space where we'll never grow
Might your misery wake you yet
A solemn cry joins the aggregate
Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth
More than ruin, more even than death
Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible
Thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habits
Thought is anarchic and lawless, indifferent to authority, careless of the well-tried wisdom of the ages
Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid
Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man