Lyrics:
Here is the world, they'll try to sell youHere is the ache barbiturateThey'll have your eyes and they will hang your view so highMinus the world we'd find forgivenessMinus the world she'd find her selfMinus the walls, she wouldn't hang her viewSo lowWhite of their eyesShadow and plagueThose creatures we portrayBorn into thisUnbearable messThis bankruptcy her and I have leftParadox, conundrum, ironyMinus need you are going coldMinus belief we are growing oldMinus our fears she is outspokenMinus our hands she is cleanBudding filth, we destroy purity once conceivedSorrow and shameTangled and maimedIndebted endlesslyHeir to the dayOf depravityShe'll have to make believe tranquilityMinus the world we leaveMinus the world we leaveMinus the world we leave