Material
Swallowing purpose
Leading you far away from the words
Figment of chambered encapsulation
Hitting hard in the back of my empty word

The poison, now walk with it
My plastic veins, impermanent
They sold the sickness so we bought medicine
The profit gains, they're the cure for this

Ethereal dissolution of purpose
Pulling us down, it wants us to hurt
And we will and we won't learn
And we will and we'll burn inside of

The poison, now walk with it
My plastic veins, impermanent
They sold the sickness so we bought medicine
The profit gains, they're the cure for this
And we're still sick

With inability (with inability)
Inability to call it what it is
Inability to believe that this is how we live
Inability to not let it all cave in