Make-believe world of pretense and lies
Blind too long to open your eyes
Purged of the image you masquerade
The false society unmade
In the true world the weak are crushed
The meek shall inherit the dust
Inherit the dust
Current of conformity
Swirls about your knees
Undertow drags you down
Weakness forces you to drown
Your cowardly blood turns to rust
The meek shall inherit the dust
Inherit the dust
Crumbling walls of your sheltered life
Seal you in your grave
Never thought it’d be like this on the outside
Or that you’d need to be saved
Dust eclipses the sun
Can no longer hide your face
What you wished to rule
Rules now in your place