IN MY CITY THE CLOSEST THING TO REAL
IS THE MOST SYNTHETIC THING THAT YOU WILL EVER FEEL
LIVING LIFE INSIDE A BUBBLE MADE OUT OF MAGNETIC RUBBLE
WITH A SUICIDAL DOUBLE ALWAYS UP TO SOME TROUBLE
YEAH, THE SCIENTIST, THE TERRORIST
THE DISCIPLINE OF A GOD IN HIS FIST
RUNNING HIS FINGERS THROUGH THE STRUCTURE CONTAINED
INSIDE THE TINY LITTLE FIBERS OF MY DNA
SO I SLEEP ALL DAY BECAUSE ITS BETTER TO DREAM
THEN BE AWAKE IN A CITY WHERE I CANNOT BREATH
YOU GOT ME RUNNING FOR THE WINDOWS GASPING FOR AIR
ONLY TO JUMP INTO A WORLD THAT ISNT EVEN REALLY THERE

OH FUCK, IM FALLING DOWN
TO THE GROUND

CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF HATE
THE LINES YOU ERASE, THE SMILES THAT YOU FAKE
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF FAITH
THE MINDS YOU ERASE, THE SOULS THAT YOU TAKE
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF HATE
EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF FAITH
EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?

EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?

THE RESIDENTS OF DARKNESS REST IN THE SHADE OF THE TREES
WHERE THE NIGHT FLOWERS BLOOM AROUND THE CLOCK HERE
IN YOUR FACTORY OF BROKEN LIMBS AND AND PLASTIC SINS
MY GUTS SEEM TO POUR OUT OF MY MOUTH HERE
OH HELP ME, HELP ME, BREAK AWAY
FROM THE HALLS WHERE THE CHILDREN USE CADAVERS TO PLAY
AND SPREAD OUR DREAMS ACROSS THE WALLS WITH THIER CRAYOLA BLOOD
TO ERADICATE THE INNOCENCE AND DISSIPATE THE DISSONANCE
BETWEEN THE STREETS MADE UP OF CRUMBLING GLASS
AND THE STAIRCASES TO HEAVEN BLOCKED BY BUNDLES OF TRASH
LET US PASS, LET US PASS, WE'LL CLIMB OUR WAY TO THE TOP
ONLY TO FIND THERES NOTHING THERE EXCEPT A MIGHTY BIG DROP

OH FUCK, IWE'RE FALLING DOWN
TO THE GROUND

CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF HATE
THE LINES YOU ERASE, THE SMILES THAT YOU FAKE
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF FAITH
THE MINDS YOU ERASE, THE SOULS THAT YOU TAKE
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF HATE
EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?
CONSUMED BY YOUR LEVELS OF FAITH
EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?

EXCUSE ME BUT WHO ARE YOU?

I THREW GOLD BRICKS THROUGH YOUR BABYLON
I'M A GHOST IN THE MACHINE THAT YOU THOUGHT WAS GONE
THERE'S NO OFF SWITCH, YOU'RE OUT OF LUCK
I HIT THE SELF-DESTRUCT MAN, NOW WE'RE ALL FUCKED
PARANOIA AS A PASS-TIME
I SWEAR TO GOD THAT THIS ISN'T THE LAST TIME
PRESS DELETE, RAGE AGAINST THE PLAN
OR YOU CAN PRY YOUR NECK FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS

OH MY SWEET GHOST, MY INVISIBLE FRIEND
I TRY TO DRAW YOUR PICTURE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN
BUT SOMETHING ISNT RIGHT, SOMETHINGS OUT OF PLACE
EVERY IMAGE I MAKE IS JUST A MIRROR OF MY OWN FACE

YOU HOLD THE ONES YOU LOVE WITH FEAR, KEEP THEM UNDER YOUR WINGS
THEY PULL OUT YOUR FEATHERS, THEY TEAR YOU TO SHREDS
YOUR SHELTER MEANS NOTHING TO THEM
UNGRATEFUL, THE RIVERS RUN BLACK WITH DECIET
WE PLANTED A TREE, THEY REPLACED THE SEED
IMPREGNATED THESE FORESTS TO SPAWN OFF THEIR GREED
THEY SAY “MONEY DOESNT GROW ON TREES
UNLESS YOU KNOCK THEM DOWN TO BUILD A HIGHWAY TO YOUR DREAMS”
WE ARE CURSED, WE ARE PLAGUED
AND WHATS THE POINT OF STANDING UP IF THERES NOTHING TO SAVE?
WHATS THE POINT OF GOING OUT IF THERESE NOTHING TO SEE
THAT YOU CAN'T SEE CLEARER ON A HIGH DEFINITION SCREEN?
WE ARE ALIVE FOR NOW BUT STILL EVERYTHING IS DEAD TO ME
I SAID, WE ARE ALIVE FOR NOW BUT STILL EVERYTHING IS DEAD TO ME
AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION