Kneejerk - Worship lyrics

The soul is gone from our dream all too soon
And I have laid my hands on every goal
So many dead
You would have thought we'd learn by now
That the pinnacle is lower than all
Fiction is a lie that media presents
A silver cloud of objects all attained
Grasping hands pass on through
Because there's nothing there

She is strong and moves along, the television
Granite the master will not answer now
Just a mirage
Every time we try we fail illusion has
Pitfalled the path, sapping everything away
Nothing will filter back
All our tears fall to the kitchen
Floor the linoleum will not absorb
So we slip and slide in
The afterbirth of greed
And so we fall to our knees
Crouched as if in worship, your god is empty