The System

Wax wings

I hope I’m gonna make it

Fly high

Just trying to escape it

Got numb from waiting too long

I’d rather die young

Than fuel the system

Fake names

Are filling up the guest list

Same brains

Robotic kinda business

Fuck that

Where did we go wrong

I’d rather die young

Than fuel the system

I’ve become a shell of myself

Too close

Swallowed by the red blaze

Inferno

Caught me now it’s too late

Black tar is filling my lungs

I’d rather die young

Than fuel the system

Embers

Dancing in the white ash

Drip feed

Poison in my gas mask

No life

Left on this earth

Everything’s gone

To the system

Dead in the face

Maybe I’m designed to waste away

I’m losing my taste

Maybe I’ll fight another day

Dead in the face

Maybe I’m designed to waste away

I’m losing my taste

Maybe I’ll fight another day

Take what you want

I’ll surrender myself for a feeling

I’ll lose my fucking mind just to heal this

Constant noise

Or are we all designed to waste away

Not now

Breakdown

Not now

I’m gonna fucking breakdown

I’ve become a shell of myself

But I don’t wanna call this a breakdown

Self destruct I live in this hell

But I can’t find anyway to break out