[ Featuring Empty Sentiment ]
Children of Koja, citizens of the Covenant
The council rejoices in gifting you
The privilege of celebrating the 182nd post-conception binary solstice
Signifying nigh 2 centuries of unprecedented stability among civil society
The chemical eradication of existentialism is reaped by the general populace
And cannot be without the salvation of Communion
Gone are the days our species idly toy
With intangible concepts of purpose and fulfillment
We are now free of abstract and rooted solely in the actual
Could have sworn that my eyelids were taped to my cheeks
I was born in the right kind of place for the meek
Fed and you can bite without breaking your teeth
Only thing is that he siphons your taste for his feast
New lows, I'm still bored of monotony
F*ck
Through culture, they performed a lobotomy
Only grey threads ever wove into cardigans
Been hoarding the pills they implore you to swallow
It was torture to follow
I slip into cinderblocks by the door
The weight a tradeoff to make sure our limbs are not striking stone
Picked apart my brain, I flipped and I thought of striking gold
Since kindergarten, we were told about Communion
Been a week without tablets
In all honesty, I'm feeling weak without tablets
From the mountain top, the prophets bringing down the tablets
Splitting headache, from the sound of scratching out commandments
Now the tape's cut
All citizens must gather in the tabernacle at the dawn of the eclipsing binary
To participate in the biannual Public Communion
Absence or abstinence is a punishable offense
