Here is the world, they’ll try to sell you
Here is the ache barbiturate
They’ll have your eyes and they will hang your view so high
Minus the world we’d find forgiveness
Minus the world she’d find her self
Minus the walls, she wouldn’t hang her view
So low
White of their eyes
Shadow and plague
Those creatures we portray
Born into this
Unbearable mess
This bankruptcy her and I have left
Paradox, conundrum, irony
Minus need you are going cold
Minus belief we are growing old
Minus our fears she is outspoken
Minus our hands she is clean
Budding filth, we destroy purity once conceived
Sorrow and shame
Tangled and maimed
Indebted endlessly
Heir to the day
Of depravity
She’ll have to make believe tranquility
Minus the world we leave
Minus the world we leave
Minus the world we leave
