W.C.F.Y.A.

The mind can atrophy
 such mediocrity
 things aren't what they seem
 sometimes
 and every waking dream
 repeating central theme
 if we don't wake up do we die?
 and when the best can be
 worse than what's usually
 found it's all between
 the lines
 then patience starts to bleed
 increasing enmity
 its time to let the bullets fly

 developed all exposure
 revealing no composure
 the gates are open wide
 the wrecking ball is here
 your chest contains no treasure
 the prisoners are loose
 we've come for you all

 pay the expected fee
 for the insanity
 now the reflection's deeply
 lined
 all systems fail and seize
 break down and spill the grease
 aggressive tendencies designed

 and every element
 will force a consequence
 it takes a slanted state of mind
 then patience starts to bleed
 increasing enmity
 it's time to let the bullets fly