A God or an Other - What Keeps Us Here

They bleed us dry and play on our fears
Our lives; immeasurable pain
What keeps us here?

Bleed us dry, let us atrophy
But to what end?
There's not much time
Until the dead are all that's left behind

Inexorably guided by pain and fear
We are the decay
Work against our nature

Bleed us dry, let us atrophy
But to what end?

We, transparent shells attached by hollow assurances

Phantoms, shadows
Passing burden

The sound of cracking bones and pestilent marrow
The nightmare of being

Phantoms, shadows
Passing burden on

Veiled, self righteous superiority
(Bleed us dry)
They label everything as a crisis
(Atrophy)
It's a symptom of our time
(Of our time)
Business as usual, what keeps us here?
(Bleed us dry)