Synthetic masterpiece - Everlost

You’re manufacturing your own obsession

By the paroxysmal escapism

By the artificial senses

Fostered to provide protection

From the justified cannibalism

Wasting dreams you never had

Spilling blood you never bled

For the virtues that are force fed

Built to lust on blinded bliss

A synthetic masterpiece

You will never feel alone

In the gallery of scorn

You’re attending this dramatic coronation

Of the self-inflicted sacrilege

Of the unforbidden myths

Once held in abomination

Behold them burning the last bridge