what will it take
for someone to break the silence
that hides the inhibitions
by setting the conditions
of our modern age
we revel in pain
in the ultimate game of profit
advantage for submission
the civilized rendition
of the filth that it portrays
they make us swallow all the bullshit
that they spit in our face
open up wide and bow down
that's why they dress it up with money
so we won't mind the taste
we don't utter a sound
one of these days
i'll find a new way to try and
reveal the contradiction
the human affliction
in my own decree
but up until now
i've never known why i'd bother
to stir the opposition
in this public exhibition
of voluntary decline
we live the promise of perfection
that is cutting our skin
sever it by the pound
drawn to the call of resignation
that resides deep within
never so proud
assume the position
and you cancel all decisions of your own
even before you feel it's sting
you can be sure that it is bringing you down
again
you aspire to disarm them
take no warning from the writings on the wall
of shame
because you won't get an opportunity to make a stand
before you fall
in vain
it's the scars of progression and pain
so what will you say
when the glorious days grow starker
when heading to perdition at a loss for premonitions
to this terminal disgrace
to be a servant, a master or a slave
once you have been labeled so you stay
'cause once you have been labeled so you stay
you let them disassemble
all that you don't need
let them disassemble your mind
you won't need it
put it back together in an order they incline
to make you walk a little better in line
can't miss it
total dislocation of all logic you define
making sure you swallow
in every single drop you swallow
because the tab is being added up
to countless years of sorrow
you may barter, cheat or borrow
for ambitions left to follow
further down this trodden path
that's littered with the hollow
and when you make your final stand
you'll find there's nothing left to mend what's broken
the detached emotions
are the skin you shed along the path you've chosen
with knowledge is bound to come regret
so when you take your final breath
you'll know who was enjoying the show
and you will have to admit
you didn't have a clue yet
until now
all is gone
and slowly it dawns
that you
you brought it all upon yourself
you assumed the position
and you cancelled all decisions of your own
even before you felt it sting
you could be sure that it was bringing you down
again
you aspired to disarm them
took no warning from the writings on the wall
of shame
and didn't get an opportunity to make a stand
before you fall
in vain
and the scars of progression remain
until your dying days they will remain
the scars of progression and pain
reminding you the choice you could have made
while the scars of progression remain
to be a servant, a master or a slave
'cause once you have been labeled so you stay
once you have been labeled so you stay
