Epinephrine Lyrics & Chords By Red Seas Fire

Presupposed,
We find distorted meanings
The past warped to fit
The present's leaning
Beyond the word
The spaces we fear
(Insularity)
Will force us all (us all)
To Hate
What of integrity?
Hands filled without a question
And what of intelligence?
They're running dry but you'll keep drinking
Deception might be all
We cling to
With no free thought
We must conform
Serving another mind.
I am here as a passenger.
pushed on by the wills of another.
to forget wishes of my own desire,
to lose the dreams of my own design
When you lie awake at dawn
The terrors and nightmares
Your anguish
Brings you to your knees
Presupposed
Distorted meanings
The past warped to fit
The present's leaning
Beyond the work
The spaces we fear
Insularity will force us all to hate
Will force us all to hate