The Modern World by Nishad George Lyrics
Held, anchored, and silenced
To the confines of a first world dissected life
You seem to be spending all of your time dreaming of sacrifice
Face a whole new reign of setbacks
IEDs inside your grade school back pack
What’s best for you, in my advice, is to keep moving
So keep on moving
Under microscopes for corporate interest
Spending money on a whole new conquest
Self proprietors, white messiahs
Imperial for Capitol compliance
Prisoner without a face
Bag on your head, you are enslaved
War cry, these drones fly, we compromise
Life compared to a pile of dirt
So lick the floor, compromise your worth
Pose for the camera, you are all examples
Trail of tears for the modern world in shambles
White phosphorous for all of this
(For all of this)
There is no you in a world of piss
(In a world of piss)
Die, cover a body, it will comply
In a world of parasites they multiply
If that makes them a hero then what am I?
Prisoner without a face
Bag on your head, you are enslaved
War cry, these drones fly, we compromise
Life compared to a pile of dirt
So lick the floor, compromise your worth
Pose for the camera, you are all examples
Trail of tears for the modern world in shambles
Hell is made for you
Made for you
Meant for you
To the confines of a first world dissected life
You seem to be spending all of your time dreaming of sacrifice
Face a whole new reign of setbacks
IEDs inside your grade school back pack
What’s best for you, in my advice, is to keep moving
So keep on moving
Under microscopes for corporate interest
Spending money on a whole new conquest
Self proprietors, white messiahs
Imperial for Capitol compliance
Prisoner without a face
Bag on your head, you are enslaved
War cry, these drones fly, we compromise
Life compared to a pile of dirt
So lick the floor, compromise your worth
Pose for the camera, you are all examples
Trail of tears for the modern world in shambles
White phosphorous for all of this
(For all of this)
There is no you in a world of piss
(In a world of piss)
Die, cover a body, it will comply
In a world of parasites they multiply
If that makes them a hero then what am I?
Prisoner without a face
Bag on your head, you are enslaved
War cry, these drones fly, we compromise
Life compared to a pile of dirt
So lick the floor, compromise your worth
Pose for the camera, you are all examples
Trail of tears for the modern world in shambles
Hell is made for you
Made for you
Meant for you