[Verse 1: Pupil of Society]
Damn, my shoulders ache from holding all this weight
And the earth gets heavy when you’re out of shape
And there’s no escape
I run this maze
Can’t feel my legs and no one’s going to save us
As this population starts to grow
This place feels less and less like home
Who needs to talk when you can just text and wait for a tone?
The months advance and they don't care for who I am
Can I just have a clone to do my bidding ‘cause all our work isn’t paid
And not like I was told
So I just wanna stay indoors and hide
For a bag of fries and a hospital bed, prescribe pills
Fuck taking it day by day
I take it meal by meal if I just treat the symptoms
Then how the hell do I heal?
Ah hell, here we go again
On a pity party ’til the door closed
Need privacy to break my own nose
Find the [?] shakes and time slows
The irony is I am [?] swarms of lies
Like then you’re taking instant lies to the masters to survive
So if I just sit down and write this simple prayer
This simple prayer
[Chorus]
From the father flock, Mary, Jesus [?]
Allah god I am
I think we’re lost
Grave times are upon us
While these thoughts arise, help me build an ark…
That can withstand these harsh tides as we begin to unwind
These thoughts inside
Remove the suffering
But if suffering makes the man and this is your plan, I will withstand
Reach out your hand and guide me through this land
A man of humility
I offer my defects as a defective machine
[Verse 2: Isor One]
Mechanical messiah, stare at the square box
Focus on it ’til you’re unaware of your own thoughts
Drones watch over you, every move you make
Clones walk close to you
You don’t know they’re fake
Reproduction of the landscape in virtual reality
Robots and humans on a killing field, battling…
For supremacy, and the war continues endlessly
Honestly, the technology follows me relentlessly
Up on every corner, security cams locking the footage of everything you do
You know the man is watching
Their tracking devices inside your pockets and your purses
And they work hard to ensure that you will never lose service
They got you where they want you
The march of the modern machine
Retrace it like a deity
It’s easily seen that the masters are hypnotized
Most people are unaware
So I just sit back and write this simple prayer
This simple prayer
[Chorus]
From the father flock, Mary, Jesus [?]
Allah god I am
I think we’re lost
Grave times are upon us
While these thoughts arise, help me build an ark…
That can withstand these harsh tides as we begin to unwind
These thoughts inside
Remove the suffering
But if suffering makes the man and this is your plan, I will withstand
Reach out your hand and guide me through this land
A man of humility
I offer my defects as a defective machine