Gaslit Dystopia Lyrics

Lyrics by Mike Dupree and Faith In Ruin

Bulimic gluttons puking wrenches into gears
Egosyntonic self-destruction
Ectopic morality
It died on the vine as a fish out of water
Replete to the gills with shit and conceit
The thrills of glass house warfare
Shock and awe, ritual cannibals
Detritus eating its own
Thumbs puppeteering a knee-jerk reaction
Bleeding hearts on a string
So count me among the fallen angels that fell short of perfection
By the grace of their tongues the whispers of serpents are calling me home
Pressure cooker time bomb
The devil you know, the monster you made
Drawbridge disassociation
Straw man assembly line
Scarecrow or not, the scavengers thrive
Papier mâché, dead-eyed soldier propped up to sell shit to flies
So count me among the fallen angels that fell short of perfection
So count me among the fallen angels that fell short of perfection
By the grace of their tongues the whispers of serpents are calling me home
Ebony and irony, dead letter apology
Devil's triangle divine comedy
Deadbeat forefather
So count me among the fallen angels that fell short of perfection
By the grace of their tongues the whispers of serpents are calling me home
Conscientious armchair objector
The ocean is craving
So beat this dead horse to water
Agoraphobic attention seeker