It's veiled now in our patience
It's kindled in remorse
Failed as we have become what we loathe
The unrest is our patience,
It's withered to the core
Fain into this squalor and agitation, it's where we rove
It's veiled now in your patience
It's nothing but remorse
Failed as we have become and the realization
We are what we loathe

My condolences, I'm on the other side of the pendulum
Dug up skeletal remains harvest more life than this
I'm on the other side of the pendulum
Trusted like sleeping wasps haunted like sleeping cops
We're in the middle of a mob that's dead asleep
Our own dead celebrities are louder than senators
It's as effective as bleach white teeth with bloodied gums