My mind struggles to resist
Frustration, the modern decay
A disease of societal dismay
Dismay and apathy

To the weak ignorance is bliss
Your choice not to choose and the walls are closing in
Reality seems but a dark dream to me
The inevitable sting of an irrelevant life vanished in mediocrity
Banished by a lack of free thought or will

Just breathe above the thoughts you hide
And then when it all comes to pass
The fear of confrontation will be
The end of your vow of silence

One mind, no thought, give up all sense of control
My own body, no self-preservation
Reality seems but a dark dream to me
The unbearable sting, the pendulum swings
Void passing moments have been instilled

No sense to emote
Will you ever realize of what it is you have been deprived?
No sense to emote

Just breathe above the thoughts you hide
And then when it all comes to pass
The fear of confrontation will be
The end of your vow of silence

Finally we are the ill-fated, we are sedated
We are the ill-fated, consciously sedated
We are the ill-fated, we are the faded