giving purpose to an empty love Hollow sorrows off of broken trust Through glass, we rot our brains When we find a place to be Surrounded by nothing else, but the ones you retro feed Rise up above the lights here comes the one who Pouters False prophets in disguise Stand tall against the tide Seeing through electric eyes Player part in his hive mind Small part of a death machine A tiny gears that thinks and bleeds Too week to break the cycle Too afraid to be left alone Another victim of a Brutal system One more play of sadistic theater Jesters swears their king is a god Rusty smiles, await applaud