Wasteland

Glass on, put it away
You've got a sick sad way about you
Mask on, click in the sky
You're all alone by yourself at this place
You're in this eight-faced house thinking when will you learn
You're gonna start a riot then split
Break down the center of the god in the dark
To be the last that everyone should forget

You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best

Sick and in a mess and thinking parallel lines
You're controlled by this sickened kindness
Making this a mess and thinking parallel lines
You're lost in your apocalyptic state
Glass on, tired of the screaming dread
Fucking tired of the dread, fucking tired of it
The dead bed-set prophecy is lit by yourself
Tired of the life that you've got

You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland
It's not for your best
You're in the wasteland

First things first, gotta lie to yourself about
Whether or not you need somebody else to feel good
No use in complaining about it
Time to lock up your mind and turn the world into sound
Turn your life white, lit up by computers for static
In this sick sad world where nobody fits in
What's your attitude? Cower and bend
And once you write blood vessels and your soul will attend

Mask on, time to repay
They take you out to the park in the heat
Mask on, what do you say?
When it controls everything that you think
But when your mask's off all you do is call to the door
You're fucking tired of the world, fucking tired of all
The bed-set shit, satellite, all-seeing eyes
Making everything seem like it's fake

We're in the wasteland
Are we even alive?
We're in the wasteland
Are we even alive?
We're in the wasteland
Are we even alive?
We're in the wasteland

First things first, gotta lie to yourself about
Whether or not you need somebody else to feel good
No use in complaining about it
Time to lock up your mind and turn the world into sound
Turn your life white, lit up by computers for static
In this sick sad world where nobody fits in
What's your attitude? Cower and bend
And once you write blood vessels and your soul will attend