Gloria In Excelsis Ego

I am I in disordered seasons Bundled out of paradise Try to follow my own reason Searching for my ideal awise Thou art following thy owneth direction In self fulfilling prophecy Losing everyday connection Searching for integrity GLORIA IN EXCELSIS EGO Don't you feel your brains are smothered? Inspired by rapacity Bathing in all the shit you're offered Encouraged by voracity We art fully enjoying wellness We ought to be wealthy and divine We eat all the things they tell us We don't like to be confined GLORIA IN EXCELSIS EGO Have you heard the angels singing? Bitter sweetly on the plane Have you heard the bells they're ringing? Echoing their own refrain GLORIA IN EXCELSIS EGO