Vanity of Sleep

This is a love affair with consumer despair
 An emptiness I can call my own
 An arbitrary sanctuary
 Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
 Welcome to the end stage age
 Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
 Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
 Isolation became a pre-existing condition
 Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
 But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
 A deep that cries out to deep
 This is a love affair with consumer despair
 An emptiness I can call my own
 An antidote for mystery
 Our indifference is deafening
 
 There's a presence here
 It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
 I built a home overlooking a graveyard
 To remind myself I'm still alive
 Yet you see a flaw still abides
 As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
 We watched a golden array of a casket parade
 As wealth makes its final display to the ground
 I found it strange that even in this place
 Death became such a gainful exchange
 Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
 I'll scour the earth for my identity
 Is there a cure for a sick society?
 So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
 The network of life in such a disconnect
 How many times must we die this death?
 Annihilation is all we are
 Desolation is everything I know
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 All we are is all we love
 And everything I know is destructible
 Artificial heart, obsidian soul
 Encircled by dreams that are combustible
 We trade the garden for cities, the tree for a tower
 Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
 I know that hope grows inside of the wound
 And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
 So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
 Separate from the false pretense I embraced
 It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
 You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
 Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
 Cut me out from this nothingness
 Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes