This Reliquary Collapse

We know the lines-we cross them anyway Words unwritten still demand we pay Codes buried deep in forgotten machines Truths obscured by diluted screens Lay no relics in fading skies Gold won't burn when the signal dies The sweetness drips from a poisoned glass This is not a flavor you can mask Self-indulgence wears a radiant mask A lifeless face for an empty task Newsfeeds drip with digital lies Another dose while the conscience dies Lay no relics in fading skies Gold won't burn when the signal dies The sweetness drips from a poisoned glass This is not a flavor you can mask The poison is sweet But it won't disguise The taste of guilt And the taste of lies Every headline's a sugar coat- Bitter beneath, but it swells the throat! Every headline's a sugar coat- Bitter beneath, but it swells the throat! Lay no relics in fading skies Gold won't burn when the signal dies The sweetness drips from a poisoned glass This is not a flavor you can mask