I've become nothing more than cold ammunition
Its just fission, its remission
It gets lost in my vision
I am dead from this world, there ain't no one left for me
They just don't feel any more
Hang those fuckers from their neckties

Everybody wants the world to grow in ways that they will never know
There's never a solution we just always feel the undertow
Our trees are growing scared of us, I can't remember who to trust, our patience now is always rushed, they're waiting for us to combust

Into flames, immolation's the new song of nations, complacence, they're growing impatient
They want "change" and they want answers, but they don't have time to get them, they just want their revolution, and they'll buy it packaged from their masters

Antihuman anatomy failed you
You're buying prison from your fucking jailers
Antihuman anatomy fails you
Your buying prison from your fucking jailers

We're all just waiting on the world to grow older, outgrow us, out show us, and pray there's some justice
In the world, a better world, we wouldn't cry on the shoulders of megalomaniacs who harvest their own children for profit or prophecy

Everybody wants the world to grow in ways that they will never know
There's never a solution we just always feel the undertow
Our trees are growing scared of us, I can't remember who to trust, our patience now is always rushed, they're waiting for us to combust

In your hands, revelations, institutions made for revolutions that revolve into the dirt
I'm scared, we're slaughtered, it might be tomorrow
We're watered and ready to get eaten alive

Antihuman anatomy failed you
You're buying prison from your fucking jailers
Antihuman anatomy fails you
Your buying prison from your fucking jailers

We're hypocritical and pseudo-symbolic, catatonic and atomic, our fears are unpatriotic
I am damned, you're the faces of condemnation
They'll build a better past, than a future I can't make

Everybody wants the world to grow in ways that they will never know
There's never a solution we just always feel the undertow
Our trees are growing scared of us, I can't remember who to trust, our patience now is always rushed, they're waiting for us to combust

We're all time sensitive and board-roomed right in to the motions,
commotions, left to rot in the ocean of fear, and horror, can I afford tomorrow?
Your content with contempt content just as long as it's outselling your morals

Antihuman anatomy failed you
You're buying prison from your fucking jailers
Antihuman anatomy fails you
Your buying prison from your fucking jailers