The reflection in the mirror’s never been clearer

Pretend I care, act so aware

Contradiction and fiction, the empire I live in

Built by oppressed, proclaimed as blessed

You see the price of our dream was killing, raping and screaming

But I came to terms because I don’t have to see it

And still there are fools who just refuse to believe that

There’s blood on your hands, on my hands

Are we damnеd?

I am part of sickness, unmistaken

Given paradisе, wanted more for the taking

Am I guilty as the ones I blame?

Are we all the fucking same?

Introspection and fear of my faults still adhered to

Yet play the saint, virtue unstained

How I care for, deliver my brothers and sisters

Altars remain, in Mammon’s name

A wish, a dream, we’d do anything

Slaughter the innocent, tune out their screams

To achieve the means to spread our disease

Surrounded by suffering, living like kings

Empire

Pick through the bones of the dead

Craft the gold teeth to a crown on our head

And spit out the bile

Pick through the bones

Kings of a fucking ant pile

I am part of sickness, unmistaken

Given paradise, wanted more for the taking

Am I guilty as the ones I blame?

Are we all the fucking same?

Want to give instead of taking

Want to sacrifice for a better world waiting

Absolution, hand in hand with change

We are not the fucking same