Inevitable epiphany
The self-reproducing whole
Exists for selfish preservation
In order to procreate

Spine chills as you see the connections
Now you're a part of the net
And there's no way out
There is only the unmaking
Facades crumble and decay
Just like we're wearing masks in a play
And the whole world is our stage
At curtain call and the unmaking

Mankind has created a mass fractal
Society's web of masks to wear

Your goals lose their purpose
Your values are claimed
Your morals wither away
This cold dead end is the unmaking
Your eyes haze over in apathy
Your art is tainted gray
Your mind is locked away
Hollow ghost shell of the unmaking

Trapped in a spiral of conformity
Your mind computes the fractal's edge

Do the drugs like everyone and try to forget
You'll still wake up the next morning just in someone else's bed
Exist just for sex like a libido machine
So you'll finally give birth to the American Dream

You can't buy me for any amount
Your hunger for power is a game I don't play

Make a family and register so they can suck you dry
While I fight the system forever or until the day I die

You can't buy me for any amount
Your hunger for power is a game I don't take any part in

Trapped in a spiral of conformity
Your mind computes the fractal's edge

You can only pass the time in a world you can't change
Once you stray along the spiral something strikes you as strange
There's no center, there's no middle, there's no source where we come from
There's no heaven, there's no afterlife, there's nothing when we're done
There's no reason to make babies out of sex or out of love
There's no reason to stay sober, there's no reason to do drugs
There's no reason to make music and no meaning behind art
The Unmaking takes the patterns and tears them all apart