We, the Indifferent

The eyes of the world are too blind to see
Eager to judge, we condemn the world around 'me'
We are the true cult of indifference
Vacant stares into emptiness
Deprived of thought and cause
For I believe hell is real, hell is other people
And so if ignorance is bliss
Is indifference a virtue?
In this most prominent absence
Under grey indifferent skies
Once you're freed of all inherence
You'll become a part of the demise
Nothing but an unmarked grave
An empty casket left for you to rot
Through their eyes
Suffused, injured by neglect
Bloated and idle, irrelevant
Not a sign of life to detect or defect
We, the indifferent
And if ignorance is truly bliss
Then let neglect be your shrine
The eyes of the world are too blind to see
How we consume and destroy the world around us
We are the true cult of indifference
We, the indifferent of the world
In order to establish injustice and poverty
Ordain and maintain, the callousness of our nature
May the light of your significance
Refract the judgement to which you're inclined
The higher the conviction
The deeper the contradiction