[Verse 1]
Expendable, we are not really real
A mirage of solitude is what they try to heal and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade
[Chorus]
Spewing vile atrocities
Bringing existence to its knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will k** mercy within
Immersed in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open sores
[Verse 2]
Disengaged
Relinquish the reality, i've known
I'm feeling like i'm alienated from my own and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charade
[Chorus][x2]
[Outro]
Nothing left but open sores