This is a celebration
Of the ones who lost their chance to die
Will you believe the masses
Or will you overcome?
We are the sons of a fallen nation
We hold the keys to our demise
And grace will kiss your head
As you fall asleep

I'm so tired of always letting you down
Still you offer to turn it around
I just can't seem to get my feet on the ground
Still you offer to turn it around

This is the one distraction
Weakening your ability to grow
So you push yourself further away
Eyes of zeros, of nothing
So you throw it all away
When you push yourself further and further away

I'm so sick of the desire to throw it away
And I feel so expired
So I'll bury my head and dissolve

Sever the head of the snake
Lie there and wait for the distraction
Sever the head of the snake
Lie there and wait for the pain to sink in