The mind can atrophy   such mediocrity   things aren't always what they seem   sometimes   and every waking dream   repeating central theme   if we don't wake up do we die?   and when the best can be   worse than what's usually   found it's all between   the lines   then patience starts to bleed   increasing enmity   its time to let the bullets fly      developed all exposure   revealing no composure   the gates are open wide   the wrecking ball is here   your chest contains no treasure   the prisoners are loose   we've come for you all      pay the expected fee   for the insanity   now the reflection's deeply   lined   all systems fail and seize   break down and spill the grease   aggressive tendencies designed      and every element   will force a consequence   it takes a slanted state of mind   then patience starts to bleed   increasing enmity   it's time to let the bullets fly