They say freedom, I hear judgment
They say reason, I hear verdict

Over and over, again and again
Tailor–making systems like we're already dead
Over and over, again and again
They shove us in these boxes and these frames

Like we're dead

If this is heaven, why are we so insecure?
Buying every lie they sell when the truth is hard to tell
Is this heaven? Why do we feel so unsure?
Like a prison with no cell, we're all trapped inside this picture-perfect hell

They say order, I see torture
They call it "glory", but I see slaughter

Like we're good as dead

If this is heaven, why are we so insecure?
Buying every lie they sell when the truth is hard to tell
Is this heaven? Why do we feel so unsure?
Like a prison with no cell, we're all trapped inside this picture-perfect hell

Break the cycle, break the spell
No more living in their hell

If this is heaven, why are we so insecure?
Heaven
Buying every lie they sell when the truth is hard to tell
Is this heaven? Why do we feel so unsure?
Like a prison with no cell, we're all trapped inside this picture-perfect hell

Picture-perfect hell
Picture-perfect hell