Twisted in Irony Lyrics

As I stagger through life
my foresight dies
I cannot see every day
through your eyes

Now your time has come
as you begin to run
To where there is no escape
Your menace takes its shape

I cannot take much more of this
you and your oblivious stare
In this dismal hour
I walk away you pray

to whom?
Who is your ggod?
Where is this saviour now?
Deserted and alone
This pittable subsistence
is condoned

Looking back in the past they see
a mere reflection of thee
Mindless in all that they were
their perceptions obscure

The commiserating parasites lie
their pusillanimous supremacy cires
Writhing within this tranformation
they brace for our modification
Subdued vengeance, a settling of scores
Our reprisal is not pretend
Their paradoxical parsee now ends