Better Left for Tomorrow - Null Lyrics

Conjecture conjecture
Set fire to the pasture
Confer convert
Burn down the order
Capture creativity
Bar in the levity
Castrate the conscience
Let go of consciousness

Forsake plausibility
For the sake of possibility
Forego probability
Before you go pray to false gods

Descend into the hell of self-knowledge
Only then will we achieve godliness
The death of dogma is the birth of morality
In a world without shadow we seek to conceal
Searching inside we ask what is left to reveal
Kill off the weak, breed incest
Control the rest while we all regress

Forsake plausibility
For the sake of possibility
Forego probability
Before you go pray to false gods

Something inside you stirs, you burn
Nothing was ever the same again

They have you in their crosshair
There's no escape from camera feed glare
Paralysis sets in, continue to stare
Paralysis sets in, glad you took that dare
Glad you took that dare
Well if you weren't aware
This world hangs by more than a few threads
Threads plucked by indifferent hands
But now we see red

Now we see red
Now we reap the blood of the heretic
The singular heretic
Singular as transgression is unprecedented
Set the precedent
How you move in times of ardor
Now we see red
Red of passion, red of war
Red of the likes we've never seen before
They don't seek progress
They just mutilate what they do not understand
How you move in times of ardor
Proves the person you are
So who are you
You can never escape from us
Can't wait to see what awaits
For prime suspect number one

She burns and this self-immolation stratagem
Becomes all I'd care for
If only that ephemeral fruit would pass
I could move past this atavistic clash
This cataclysmic catastrophe
This trite altruistic travesty
The river bed is dry
As my mind implodes into unreality

Back to the start
Let's go back to the origin
Originator of sin
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture