How did it turn against us?
Bit by the hand that bleeds for us
And there's no hope, just disgust
I will find all I need in that
And time's wasting
You're getting wasted with it
All in the name of better days
They're not coming back
This is the blood of pride
This is my body, sanctified
It's pitch black, after the fact
The curtain's closed, now I'm bowing to a laugh track
Make this green screen show what I mean
A brain like a coma dream on amphetamines
Make my base in this conflagration
May this self effaced be my saving grace