The mind can atrophy
   such mediocrity
   things aren't what they seem
   sometimes
   and every waking dream
   repeating central theme
   if we don't wake up do we die?
   and when the best can be
   worse than what's usually
   found it's all between
   the lines
   then patience starts to bleed
   increasing enmity
   its time to let the bullets fly
  
   developed all exposure
   revealing no composure
   the gates are open wide
   the wrecking ball is here
   your chest contains no treasure
   the prisoners are loose
   we've come for you all
  
   pay the expected fee
   for the insanity
   now the reflection's deeply
   lined
   all systems fail and seize
   break down and spill the grease
   aggressive tendencies designed
  
   and every element
   will force a consequence
   it takes a slanted state of mind
   then patience starts to bleed
   increasing enmity
   it's time to let the bullets fly