The Orchard

Such a saturated soundscape I struggle just to relate To this massive influx Of cause and debate Canceled by fate I cause a culture to ulcer By the source of my wake Concealed these weapons I still carry that weight Follow my pace Blood sport Cut throat meta Hypocrisy Retorts Are Forced Lost In hyperbole The source is distorted These Cultist soon to be souls lost to absurdity I'm tortured Awaken in this orchard Loose lip approaching death I can't relate To the image fading In my head Cybertronicly f*ck your lies F*ck your policies Plot on your knees as I fiend Upon your fucking greed Oh I can't say shit This world will make you shapeshift Into what you hate you can't relate Then you don't feel my pain Could walk a mile in my shoes You wouldn't feel the same You'd rather say that I'm whack Then say you're fucking blame So now I'm in my head No wait your in your head No wait your in your head I'm tortured Awaken in this orchard Loose lip approaching death I can't relate To the image fading In my head Burn!