Vanity of Sleep
๐ต 1965 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:09 duration
๐ ID: 1174982
๐ Lyrics
This is a love affair with consumer despair
An emptiness I can call my own
An arbitrary sanctuary
Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
Welcome to the end stage age
Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
Isolation became a pre-existing condition
Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
A deep that cries out to deep
This is a love affair with consumer despair
An emptiness I can call my own
An antidote for mystery
Our indifference is deafening
There's a presence here
It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
I built a home overlooking a graveyard
To remind myself I'm still alive
Yet you see a flaw still abides
As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
We watched a golden array of a casket parade
As wealth makes its final display to the ground
I found it strange that even in this place
Death became such a gainful exchange
Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
I'll scour the earth for my identity
Is there a cure for a sick society?
So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
The network of life in such a disconnect
How many times must we die this death?
Annihilation is all we are
Desolation is everything I know
All we are is all we love
And everything I know is destructible
Artificial heart, obsidian soul
Encircled by dreams that are combustible
We trade the garden for cities, the tree for a tower
Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
I know that hope grows inside of the wound
And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
Separate from the false pretense I embraced
It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
Cut me out from this nothingness
Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes
An emptiness I can call my own
An arbitrary sanctuary
Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
Welcome to the end stage age
Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
Isolation became a pre-existing condition
Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
A deep that cries out to deep
This is a love affair with consumer despair
An emptiness I can call my own
An antidote for mystery
Our indifference is deafening
There's a presence here
It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
I built a home overlooking a graveyard
To remind myself I'm still alive
Yet you see a flaw still abides
As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
We watched a golden array of a casket parade
As wealth makes its final display to the ground
I found it strange that even in this place
Death became such a gainful exchange
Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
I'll scour the earth for my identity
Is there a cure for a sick society?
So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
The network of life in such a disconnect
How many times must we die this death?
Annihilation is all we are
Desolation is everything I know
All we are is all we love
And everything I know is destructible
Artificial heart, obsidian soul
Encircled by dreams that are combustible
We trade the garden for cities, the tree for a tower
Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
I know that hope grows inside of the wound
And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
Separate from the false pretense I embraced
It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
Cut me out from this nothingness
Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.51] This is a love affair with consumer despair
[00:30.94] An emptiness I can call my own
[00:33.72] An arbitrary sanctuary
[00:36.51] Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
[00:40.36] Welcome to the end stage age
[00:42.56] Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
[00:45.95] Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
[00:48.51] Isolation became a pre-existing condition
[00:54.97] Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
[01:00.22] But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
[01:03.59] A deep that cries out to deep
[01:06.23] This is a love affair with consumer despair
[01:09.62] An emptiness I can call my own
[01:12.57] An antidote for mystery
[01:15.19] Our indifference is deafening
[01:21.70] There's a presence here
[01:23.61] It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
[01:30.82] I built a home overlooking a graveyard
[01:34.52] To remind myself I'm still alive
[01:36.70] Yet you see a flaw still abides
[01:39.09] As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
[01:42.76] We watched a golden array of a casket parade
[01:45.76] As wealth makes its final display to the ground
[01:49.04] I found it strange that even in this place
[01:51.51] Death became such a gainful exchange
[01:55.54]
[01:57.87] Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
[02:00.51] I'll scour the earth for my identity
[02:05.12] Is there a cure for a sick society?
[02:09.34] So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
[02:12.24] The network of life in such a disconnect
[02:17.61] How many times must we die this death?
[02:21.85] Annihilation is all we are
[02:27.38] Desolation is everything I know
[02:34.38]
[02:56.53] All we are is all we love
[02:59.16] And everything I know is destructible
[03:02.15] Artificial heart, obsidian soul
[03:04.99] Encircled by dreams that are combustible
[03:07.72] We trade the garden for cities, the tree for a tower
[03:11.16] Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
[03:13.67] I know that hope grows inside of the wound
[03:15.95] And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
[03:18.86] So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
[03:21.70] Separate from the false pretense I embraced
[03:24.87] It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
[03:27.73] You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
[03:34.00] Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
[03:40.87] Cut me out from this nothingness
[03:47.35] Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes
[03:54.75]
[00:30.94] An emptiness I can call my own
[00:33.72] An arbitrary sanctuary
[00:36.51] Where we deposit prayers to a dispensable God
[00:40.36] Welcome to the end stage age
[00:42.56] Where joy is a pill and love's a prescription
[00:45.95] Vaccinated with an outward suspicion
[00:48.51] Isolation became a pre-existing condition
[00:54.97] Manifested drudge of my mass-manufactured consent
[01:00.22] But there's a gaping hole in my consciousness
[01:03.59] A deep that cries out to deep
[01:06.23] This is a love affair with consumer despair
[01:09.62] An emptiness I can call my own
[01:12.57] An antidote for mystery
[01:15.19] Our indifference is deafening
[01:21.70] There's a presence here
[01:23.61] It stirs inside the static dissonance of discontent that refused to relent
[01:30.82] I built a home overlooking a graveyard
[01:34.52] To remind myself I'm still alive
[01:36.70] Yet you see a flaw still abides
[01:39.09] As I witness an ending that I can't contrive
[01:42.76] We watched a golden array of a casket parade
[01:45.76] As wealth makes its final display to the ground
[01:49.04] I found it strange that even in this place
[01:51.51] Death became such a gainful exchange
[01:55.54]
[01:57.87] Give me something to hold, give me something that bleeds
[02:00.51] I'll scour the earth for my identity
[02:05.12] Is there a cure for a sick society?
[02:09.34] So rich in this world, so in debt to ourselves
[02:12.24] The network of life in such a disconnect
[02:17.61] How many times must we die this death?
[02:21.85] Annihilation is all we are
[02:27.38] Desolation is everything I know
[02:34.38]
[02:56.53] All we are is all we love
[02:59.16] And everything I know is destructible
[03:02.15] Artificial heart, obsidian soul
[03:04.99] Encircled by dreams that are combustible
[03:07.72] We trade the garden for cities, the tree for a tower
[03:11.16] Surrendered our faith, became addicted to power
[03:13.67] I know that hope grows inside of the wound
[03:15.95] And I know progress is empty, I must be consumed
[03:18.86] So I'll dig through these masks till I find my face
[03:21.70] Separate from the false pretense I embraced
[03:24.87] It kills me to know that you'll never find peace
[03:27.73] You can have all the world, but you'll never be free
[03:34.00] Tear the stitches sewn across my existence
[03:40.87] Cut me out from this nothingness
[03:47.35] Dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes
[03:54.75]