These are all symptoms of a much greater issue
A diseased organ, beyond repair, pumping apathy through the extent of it's mangled body
I'm barely breathing
Words of hope are so far off, a lighthouse in the distance
We will tear ourselves apart reaching for the memory
Separated by turbulent waves; gravitational tendencies
We're a fucking cancer, intimacy has never been so wretched and false
Concerned only with the aesthetic; lend no hope to those in need
An anesthetic to keep what really matters down in the undertow
Acting controller and willing subject to mental command, but these ripples echo out into forever
Cerebral decay, malcontent breeds illusion
The senses are malleable, our minds... Euclidean
"We are scattered and confused
Growing... spreading... and consuming
Religion has destroyed faith, government has destroyed freedom, education has destroyed knowledge
Yet I am alone and without hope
Stumbling in the dark, in a storm
We're a cancer, we'll destroy ourselves"
...And action yields reaction yields reaction
Bind eyes wide
Bright lights again frame your face
Eyes restless behind their lids
The face of death stares so wickedly
Blind eyes wide
Yet every feature etched so sharply, beneath the cold unforgiving white
The rise and fall of your chest
We've done this to ourselves
Instinct; consume and move on
If only we could see ourselves now; a parable
Consume and move on
Why?
Blind eyes wide