[Verse 1]

Kneel at the alter, expect wine from water

Why can't you snap out?

Nothing you care 'bout

The pills are a cop-out

That you can't live without

[Verse 2]

You're good to begin now you

You close your eyes and now the tension is tactile

And lose control at times you

You're fear's still rolling, you might see you as we

A mess is rolling it through

Your self is trolling, consume over and over

[Bridge]

Preaching of purpose, pattern, direction

Judgement of self, hunting for good intention

Destruction of progress, like self-immolation

The magic mistrust, full of reservations

Up to the dizzin', fill with corrosion

These pushers, go see if they're just there for emotion

Anxious and fearful, fractured reversal

A [?], uncertain, and without rehearsal

[Outro]

Course it begs the question

Connecting lines with which you live for to die for

I'm blessed with smalling it through

Your self is trolling, consume over and over