I am the conqueror
The revived
The future of 1ooo eyes,
So as to devour those who
Slumber and hide...
... in excuses, excuses, excuses
And wishful thinking
Carrying themselves to death
their burden-
(i see) pursuers of inanity
Insensible to their own cecity
Satisfaction through feeding egos
And pretending concern
Re modified identities
They're straying in conformity
The fear of the fallen
The furious savage primness
Overcomes (the) narcosis
(a) violent passionate surrogate
Of confusion
Just a gentle transfusion
Injecting oppressed hearts with
Lucency
Half awake half sedated
You dig into the debris of consume
Blinded by their crystal dreams which
They finally inhume
Re modified identities
They're straying in conformity
The fear of the fallen
The furious savage primness
Overcomes (the) narcosis
(a) violent passionate surrogate
Of confusion
Just a gentle transfusion
Injecting oppressed hearts with
Lucency
I am confusion
I am temptation
I am the virus
Of disillusion
I'll cut myself free!

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