The Grand Antiprism - Average Enough to Be a Zealot Lyrics


this puny man

who has no answers

an open wound

of no meaning or vision

this puny man

an empty vessel

such noise without substance

no form nor faith

faking maladjustment

so easy with nothing to stand for

you puny man

with large entitlement

so easy with nothing to stand for

the man as bug

parasitic peon

stealing blood to drive your heart

if man must speak

he hides the true intention

impure bargain for adulation

you puny man

vapid dispostion

easy to scream with nothing to stand for

you broken man

enslaved by such delusion

still screaming with nothing to stand for

you're fucking average, so you're extreme.