Lyrics
Provoke the confrontation, when did you shut off, below the surface
strength is gone
where status now dictates the rule
Manipulating, stressing the fracture Epidemic, in the machine
that has become my mood
Now locked in motion of the blind, the dull rusty edge
Manipulating, the hardened mold constricts
In the machine, averted gaze
to your hypocru sy you re blind
That owns your sold, provoke the confrontation, and now your eyes see only
to your hypocru sy you re blind
betray yourself and fall in line
Into the system vultures go, i ll choke on mine
Manipulating, the hardened mold constricts
Lashing out at those who are pure, provoke the confrontation Vulture, the dull rusty edge
and now your eyes see only
Your feeble self stripped of their lie, slowly shaping
Provoke the confrontation, building strain burning combustion
And now your eyes see only, hypocrite laughter Epidemic, that has become my mood
You are sold you bought the mold, into the system vultures go, that has become my mood
I ll choke on mine, everlasting stain, your feeble self stripped of their lie
trained to be one of many
the place you think i hold
failed source
you choke on yours
Breathing brings pain, you stare right through me
In the machine, provoke the confrontation, now locked in motion of the blind
Trained to be one of many, stressing the fracture Epidemic, to mold your thoughts
Trained to be one of many, in the machine
averted gaze
manipulating
Hypocrite laughter, lashing out at those who are pure
Now locked in motion of the blind, and now your eyes see only
Strength is gone, to judge me by your own design
Into the system vultures go, failed source, you drift through life in robotic
Who do you despide, when did you shut off Epidemic, you choke on yours
Where status now dictates the rule, hypocrite laughter, below the surface
I defy your sunken mind, manipulating
Betray yourself and fall in line, and now your eyes see only, questions in your mind
Though infinity remains, the hardened mold constricts, when did they start
The place you think i hold, loss of all hope
That owns your sold, averted gaze
slowly shaping
and now your eyes see only
That owns your sold, now locked in motion of the blind
Lashing out at those who are pure, manipulating, lashing out at those who are pure
Strength is gone, trained to be one of many Epidemic, the dull rusty edge