Enlighten me

Verse 1

You pompous little parasite staring at the flesh

You think you charted every inch of this complex carcass

Measuring my shadow with a pathetic ruler of pure delusion

A microscopic brain trying to comprehend a massive storm

You dumb down the entire labyrinth into a straight line

Because the chaos disrupts your safe little world

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Chorus

Enlighten me, you arrogant prick

Deliver your pathetic verdict from your garbage-can pulpit

You diagnose a hurricane from inside a teacup

Every worthless label you spit is a confession of your own tiny cage

A portrait of your small-minded idiocy disguised as an observation

​[Verse 2]

I am still tearing apart the layers inside my own skin

Finding pieces that refuse to heal or make any damn sense

A warzone of contradictions wearing each other's stolen skin

And you strolled past my front gate one time

Decided you owned the whole property

How comforting it must be

To mistake the sound of your own voice for authority

Chorus

Enlighten me, you arrogant prick

Deliver your pathetic verdict from your garbage-can pulpit

You diagnose a hurricane from inside a teacup

Every worthless label you spit is a confession of your own tiny cage

A portrait of your small-minded idiocy disguised as an observation

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Breakdown

(Get up!)

Tear it down!

Collapse the structure!

You don't know anything about me!

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Bridge

Cut the strings

Drop the cheap-ass facade

You are staring into a void and narrating your own pathetic reflection

Projecting the shape of your cages onto an open sky

We are not made from the same mold

Your twisted little geometry is too small

Your miserable scope is completely choked out

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Chorus

Enlighten me, you arrogant prick

Deliver your pathetic verdict from your garbage-can pulpit

You diagnose a hurricane from inside a teacup

Every worthless label you spit is a confession of your own tiny cage

A portrait of your small-minded idiocy disguised as an observation

Outro

Enlighten me, you arrogant prick

Deliver your pathetic verdict from your garbage-can pulpit

You diagnose a hurricane from inside a teacup

Every worthless label you spit is a confession of your own tiny cage

A portrait of your small-minded idiocy disguised as an observation

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