It's a sort of waking stasis
like riding on a freight train
going everywhere

how many years were sacrificed?
was it worth the price?
was it really nice?

your ignorance shines so brightly
over all of us
it's a church built of loathing
a house built of hypocrisy

and we are free
from all the years
washed up here on the stage

and are we free
from all the years
we were seemingly brainwashed

you're so convienient
you're so adorable
you're so pretty
you're so alive

but the joke's not on you
no, the joke's not on you
the joke's not on you
the joke is on me