Been sitting here for so long This world that creates the animals within us There ain't nothing to be afraid of ...We ourselves have done this massacre Fashion is a sense of defeat Drink now coz all we have left is silk The context of evolution is here Now your guts slit as I wrap my hands around your neck Face to face! And eye for an eye! Our hazy eyes won't save us Face to face! We endeavor in this quest to pretend. We endeavor! Oh my God! We are not ready to die! And will speak of my weary thoughts Surround yourself with the fury of the willing A glass for an intake of false meaning Stories of treachery unfold within These walls! Our lives lived in mischievous ways I never wanted any of these The remnant of the unbelievers A pointless phase in my surrender The remnant of the unbelievers The book of my surrender Our lives lived in mischievous ways And I never wanted these A pointless phase in the book of my surrender A pointless phase in the book!