Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless We are too far gone, we are hopeless The Shepard has left his flock, copeless Starting to debilitate, indifferent to every act of righteous vain And this is what remains? Paint the floor with the nervous wreck of yesterday's pain Was it worth it? Sifting through the day, hoping for someone else to make your change? All of you are making me sick and the medicine only tastes like shit It's hard to swallow, but the cure would choke you out Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless We are too far gone, we are hopeless The Shepard has left his flock, copeless I wish I could make a change, but I couldn't afford it, life is the biggest debt to pay Trading my materials I've absorbed in a pitiful life of pain