(Philosophy as God, psychotherapy) (My church burns, me my own enemy?) Can you make hypnotized blind men see? This prison planet existed for eternity Amnesiac comatose, a broken fixation Arms raised in ecstasy, undead dehydration Pulled apart at the seams At the intersection of life and dreams Of life and dreams Leave your dead gods in the vestibule Leave your dead gods in the vestibule Leave your dead gods in the vestibule Rest your head, confess sins, this is therapy Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone) Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone) Leave your dead gods in the vestibule (they're coming undone) Crack a book, idolize, and make spectacle Fractured psyche, devotion destroyed Sipping sorrow from silver spoons Mirror mirror, a reflection Lamentation of self-control Beneath the city lights (through the neon glow) Wading through the neon glow, seeking reason Beneath the city lights (through the neon glow) Wading through the neon glow, seeking reason This city is my church, its streets a missionary Electrical hums its hymn, a diaspora of souls This city is my church, its streets a missionary Electrical hums its hymn, a diaspora of souls This city is my church Beneath the neon glow, it burns This city is my church Beneath the neon glow, it burns