You should not have had expectations
Think of all the violence you bring
Take a look, it is all around you
Clumps of hair and broken strings

Stand in front of the bright light
Beaming, it shines right through

Armed with iron, tipping the brass
It was written on his face, it hit me

I don't really care
When it's all said and done
I'm withered in despair
A burnt pile in the sun

And now it's time to take a dip with everyone else
Arms wide open, drink up and say
No one's safe, the state will surround you
When they come, here's what they'll say

Trust in the dream, don't deny
Time says it can be yours

Armed with iron, tipping the brass
It was written on his face, it hit me
I don't really care
When it's all said and done
I'm withered in despair
A burnt pile in the sun

In their minds there are no illusions
Don't care if you die
An ounce of blood won't fill the bucket
Where we get baptized
The beat of sin and trials of earth
Where everybody dies
In this simulation, going down
On fire

I don't really care
When it's all said and done
I'm withered in despair
A burnt pile, a burnt pile in the sun