Only Regen

I mimic no one, not hero or bygone past by
Of the facts of fixed time trials that brought us
The fuel for the greatest lie, eternal comfort can be mine
Confront the formula, the withered remains of her soul
Her mind cannot regenerate, nothing left but a shade
The black outline, called phantom, of your forgotten legend
A vacant future now remains, you'll have no 'great day'

I watch as you live to generate, as you fuel the system
Feel the leash around your neck, the comfort you bow to
Money is your life, you live to with that price to generate currency
It is the fuel of syntax to your monetary life
I watch as you live to generate, as you fuel the system

Watch as unknown to knowledge it truly buys you
Broadcast lies you call feelings through created machines
That pay for you, to express the lies you say are true
Set your hope in the rising tides of all thats bound to hell

I watch my own heart regenerate, as I gave up the syntax theory
Darkened is my soul, as I see you wither away slaving to serve
Will your soul's energy ever regenerate, you've poured into a system that only takes
All hope is in your last dime, its all bound together in a seamless rate
You must let it go, it won't ever release you!

At the end of your life it cares not, it will cremate Barrie or incinerate you
Watch now, the machines that only take, rebuild and regenerate!
Not all hope you know is bound to the loving in hate of money that fuels your syntax system
The only structure to its madness is sustain its technical silence that steals from you
Comfort will not aid to generate the real you! Only the weakened state you cling onto
No need for a dreamstate without a personal legend to continue, soon you'll be mundane
A whisper of what could been, but never came to pass into being!