Bow now
To your god, your priest,
Your screen, your photographs
Feed
Off the sadness, envy, emptiness inside
You are not real
Let down your shield
You'll fade and you'll rust
Hologram
A glitch in time
Lie everlasting
Bleed out
Until you got nothing else left to give
A shell
About to crack under the glitter and the lies
We are the love denied
We are the cold inside
We are the hurt suppressed
We are the bold undead