| They (As In Them) |
|---|
| Dazed with shovels in hands and gapaing faces |
| But there’s really no assistance needed |
| The gluttons have already dug all our graves |
| It’s so hard to tell what is and isn’t |
| When contradictions are commonplace |
| Souls stripped, sensors disabled |
| Maneuvered perceptions |
| The will to foreknow is here |
| But you don’t have to use it |
| Just live to breathe this ailing earth in death |
