[Intro]

There's the television

It's all right there, all right there

Look, listen, kneel, pray, commercials

It smells like someone died

[Verse 1]

Derailing losses ticking away

A clock striking dead the hour of decay

The blue of fixation lacking functionality

Thought of response tracing rationality

Rehashing convulsions, I've met with betrayal

The spirit misguided, walls built so frail

Your transparent causes your rubber-like skin

Darkness in light seething within

[Refrain]

Ramblings in sequence

[Verse 2]

Regretting to relate, surreal in conception

Indeed, you built your truth over harsh deception

Negating the stance you so firmly stood

The reaction to loss is everything but good

Your ramblings in sequence with tragedy inside

The risk is far too great, no one can decide

Your perversion of thought has you looking beneath

At the sore of a soul, the trivial unleashed

Your measure of life

Your dealing within

Your distorted truth

Who will give in?

[Verse 3]

Severed emotions with nerves of nothing

Continually evolve to service something

We all stand to watch the results of our quest

To mismatch the positive for lies manifest

Refusal of the known burning up the lives we fear

Faces turn to stone, quit before the goals we near

Managing the fall of all the things we thought and knew

Keeping to ourselves the presence of the few

I will not back down in the face of your device

You cannot see fact when it's you whom you despise

Tossing out your will when your spine cannot reform

A typical little thrill, I will not be torn

[Refrain]

I will not be torn

It smells like someone died

#Instrumental

[Bridge]

It smells like someone died, it smells like someone died

It smells like someone died, it smells like someone died

[Verse 4]

Truth, this game you've created

It leaves only room for the one who's negated

It seems to derive from a blind denial

But certain facts remain, it's you against survival

Evasion of that, the final result

The equation set forth your own little cult

Judging the spirit in speculation

Evidence discarded, what a sensation