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 herself


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 they 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