Blin-

ded,

gagged

and

bound

by

con-

fir-

ma

-

tion

On

this

pre-

mise

we

i

-

te-

rate

a

lie

Why

will

stay

u-

nasked

They

know,

we

know,

it

doesn't

mat

-

ter

Bar

-

ren

hol-

low

words,

no

in-

for-

ma

-

tion

We're

led

to

be-

lieve

in

self-

app-

lied

de-

ceit

This

trope

of

ig

-

no-

rance,

di-

sin-

for-

ma

-

tion

Made

to

con-

fuse,

to

light

the

shor-

tened

fuse

Wading

through

the

rubble

of

i-

de-

o-

lo-

gies

Cher

-

ry-

pi-

cking

mad-

ness

to

the

gos

-

pel

of

su

-

ckers

Sus-

te-

nance

for

the

grea-

test

of

ideas

Life

is

a

ma-

chine,

it

will

ca-

ter

to

me

Bow,

serve,

comp-

ly

Bared

teeth,

the

les-

son

is

comp-

lete

The

stench

of

strange

raw

meat

Draw

a-

co-

lytes

to

feast

Rot-

ting

thoughts

the

treat

So

who

came

up

with

your

i

-

deas

Be-

fore

you

spat

them

out

like

they

were

yours

Play

the

pawn,

kno-

wing

where

hope

lies

Where

it

goes

to

die