Birthing the Bedlam

There isn't a hope, how can we cope, inside a psychotic puppeteer's dreams?
There is a new insight, it's a damnable flight, where all pleasantness is ripped apart at the seams;
The cyst is a morbid closure, where our private thoughts have exposure, and our previous life is in open view,
Pedophile, rapist, conjurer detained, blasphemer, child-murderer, corrupter chained, it's me suffering as well as you!

Birthing the Bedlam!
Birthing the Bedlam!
We provide the food for the hungry beast,
With our wickedness, incalculable sin is its feast!
Birthing the Bedlam!
Birthing the Bedlam!

The waking world is alive, transgression thrives, in a downward spiral,
Envy sounds, HATE they neighbor abounds, and everyone is in denial;
The population marches on, as if there's infinite risings of the sun, and a random gazing of the moon,
The living are falling, because the Underground is calling, the Reckoning is soon!

Birthing the Bedlam!
Birthing the Bedlam!
With powerful, insatiable greed,
Our destruction we amply feed!
Birthing the Bedlam!
Birthing the Bedlam!