Surrounded by a world of pretenders Promoting... nothing inside Projecting a world of lies Further embracing this front This facade, the false conversation Sterilizing... the truth Of what we have become Within... this false dominion We march towards a dissonant fall As if walking blindly into the fog We assimilate to the mass hysteria A dire need of pretense A rendered essence of self This shelter has been built Torn from the properties of awareness This projection, spewing falsehood Lies Within... this false dominion We march towards a dissonant fall As if walking blindly into the fog We assimilate to the mass hysteria Mass hysteria