I saw your face fade
Sunday paper, face, shredded mache
So few stand, awe of you, and rip me apart again

I don't feel this, I can't see this
Placing the gun in my hand
I deliver a message of freedom instead

Dead, they're all dead!
Dead, dead we're all dead!
Dead, dead they're all dead!
Dead, dead, fault of remission, it fucked up your mind
In your head, the colder I said,
Somebody screams "Now close your eyes!"
Well maybe they're right. . .

Now did you seem
So evenly falling and crawling
Trapped among these walls
Just to walk that walk on a whim
But in ignorance when are we cleansed!
Submersion judges us all!
Falling and crawling with our backs along this fucking wall!
Explain!

I place my hands before you, on alter of insanity
Simply wishing I adore you
Burning all

Seven theories find you restless
Drowning secrets caught in a dream
Substance fading falls tomorrow
Burning all!

Hanging
On every simple little word that you said

Goodbye
Bone dry
Mitochondria
Shelling softly, shelling I!

Goodbye
I tried
Shelling softly I
Pointing fingers in regrets

Shameless I,
There it stands alone
These broken morrows, broken sorrows
Broken palaces all waiting just to be ignored
As they fall on their knees of visions and cures
Visions and cures
Form stitches of purities unknown
I fault you all!
(Fiends are watching you all)
Silence!