Hear, can you hear them coming?

The voracious hounds surround

There's no sense running

No hiding out, they will hunt me

Down, life worth living

For the taste of fear, a trail of

Tears leads them near

Scents of my flesh ripping

But I'm still here.

Excavate my earth

Exhume my corpses

Parading your dismay

Of a face contorted

I laid them to rest

You attempt new life

To display your virtue, garner the eyes

Let it die.

Let it die young

Let it die young.

Behind the glass

Barricade yourself free

Strong in isolation

Weak upon your feet

Reinvent yourself

An effigy

Painted face, a guarded place

To force your beliefs.

Paragon

From a distance, you just play your part

In your own fiction.

Paragon

From a distance, you tell anyone

Who will listen

From afar a quintessential being

Your facade is your existence.

You dare not swim in your salt and your sulfur

High above the ruinous faults of your brothers

Give them something they can turn to, human unbeing

The world will look upon you and learn nothing, nothing.

Let the graves be graves

Let the graves be graves.

Are you searching for your life at their gallows?

Are you searching for your light in their shadows?

Paragon

From a distance, you tell anyone

Who will listen

From afar a quintessential being

Your facade is your existence.

Ripped apart by corruption and power

Breeders of hatred, subdivisions of greed

See your reflection

All access to platforms to spread their disease

In a world that's bleeding

Be a cell that clots, watch it renew

The peace comes in pieces

Let the inception of war end with you.

Let it die

Let it die young, young.