They (As In Them) - Intronaut

Dazed with shovels in hands and gapaing faces

But there’s really no assistance needed

The gluttons have already dug all our graves

It’s so hard to tell what is and isn’t

When contradictions are commonplace

Souls stripped, sensors disabled

Maneuvered perceptions

The will to foreknow is here

But you don’t have to use it

Just live to breathe this ailing earth in death