The Finite Infinite - A Wake in Providence

Hidden behind the blackened mask, is a sub-standard type of existence.

You are expected to be nothing else, just another clone in this experiment

They are helpless, caught in a web of uncertainty

A never ending cycle, of doped up psychos, unleashed to believe

You’re slaves to your addiction, trapped in a mental prison.

(No) There’s no

way out.

Subdued by media.

So just swallow another pill down, anti-psychotic,

force fed and left to drown

Medicated to believe, there is no cure, for your desperation.

Take the stage

again, pointless showcase of sin.

Proudly displayed to a world of broken

citizens

Enslaved

To the toxicity imbued within this broken nation of plastic dolls

Scream, scream.

No cares about what you’re saying.

No one will hear your

wailing, no matter who you follow.

Your sanity is judged by all the lies you

swallowed

A model citizen is born entomb

Let it go, social status is in control, and soon you’ll know you can’t break

the habit

You will feel a tight embrace, asphyxiate within.

You will never break these

chains, fixed to the bricks of sin.

A mental prison in a world of fermenting

disdain, from the distaste for the drug laced gruel that infects you everyday

Behold the abomination

Medicated to ensure there is no cure for you.

Take the stage again,

pointless showcase of sin

Displayed for the world

You’re slaves to your addiction, trapped in a mental prison.

(No) there’s no

way out.

Subdued by media.

So just swallow another pill down, anti-depressant,

force fed and left to drown

Another pill down

Another pill swallowed, just one more life to claim.

Another soul in tow to

fuel the machine.

What’s left in your mind for us to take?

Without this poison

in your brain

You will not remain