Silent in its sleep
Silent in its sleep
Not saying a word about the
Unthinkable, unapproachable, invisible

Smiling in its sleep
Smiling in its sleep
In it's dreamlike, yet solid ignorance
Not sharing, not feeling responsibility

Desensitized, disassociates
Indiscriminate of the ones who may fall for it

Enclosed inside are my own thoughts
Without order, depth or reason
A nice facade, a clever ruse,
But still a drone without feelings

Human's all it is
Human's all it is
Time to rise and part the curtains
Time to flush this anesthesia from the bloodstream

But I've been given
An opportunity to rise
This bitter-sweet love
Should give some meaning to my life

This cleaner feeling
My apathy it will replace
A little wasted maybe,
But at least I know my place

A willing victim
Of the consortium of thought
I'm done believing
That I'm less than I have ought
To be

Did my time
No time left
I did my time
No more time left.