This is my mind, it's become inconsequential It's become an apparition It's becoming and affliction And I know that apathy is easier in life Practice your subservience and throw away your mind What more could we all ask for? Take a hit and you'll want more No, I won't play I reject this life I would rather choke than let it inside Dear him calling for comfort In those eyes we are all whores Blacked out minds Swollen from the intentions Proper socialization is what will eviscerate us We are all whores in his eyes You tilt your head back, try to take your medicine It falsifies the intentions of your enemies Tilt your head back, try to take your medicine Force it open to ingest proper socialization Constrain the population No I won't play I reject this life I would rather choke than let it inside Hear him calling for comfort In those eyes we are all whores Failure destined Erected by the enemy Erase it all, eject it now Top the chalice, no, not a drop is valid