Shame is such a plain way to describe this state   And every forked tongue dispays your intentions   With every forked tongue a way to ascension but   All is not well in this world we've created so bitter and jaded   Again with the same rusted routines we make   Does every forked tongue seem as unrelenting   As power as pressure every gluttonous pleasure you seek   All is not well in this world we've created it's over you've fucking wasted it