You said to find a way to deal with it
And I'm supposed to just figure it out
I'm supposed to be like a golden trophy
Something nice to make everyone proud
Well don't make me swallow
Any more of these pills
I don't want this blood on my hands
I don't want to stay here on my knees
They'll never understand
What this is
âCause they're so content
With their reason
This accumulation is really just bondage
It gets harder to see over it all
So down burn all of the houses
It's cold and hard and what now?
You start to see what was ugly
The emaciated figures cut their hair
This isn't anything more or less than before
It's just so much less appealing without your lies
They'll never understand
What this is
âCause they're so content
With their reason
Try to see
Beneath the skin
Try to be
More
Try to break free
Of their grasp
âCause they won't really understand
They'll never understand
(Desire in its fullness)
What this is
(The nature of existence)
âCause they're so content
(At their level of consciousness)
With their reason