And though the fear has passed I know That this hollow sophistry Is just residual entropy An asinine confluence Of dull minds and Embittered revelry Your embarrassing sciamachy Wretched, unhinged, unholy Besotted with silk and folly And yet their faces, familiar The contours A picture Of grace once withheld Now left in squalor to melt Before our world could start We tore ourselves apart. I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Burn with the love, unsold The lies that you were told I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Poison (purpose) Melt your resolve Happily graft to the truncheon Made of your bones Wielded by saviours Reticent to leave good deeds unseen And whether you're a product of the meek or the wild Inherited genetics from a womb crystallized You'll never be wrong, never need to bend Be the last defence against the unwashed throng (This can't be the end) Before our world could start We tore ourselves apart I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Burn with the love, unsold The lies that you were told I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Before our world could start We tore ourselves apart I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Burn with the love, unsold The lies that you were told I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Before our world could start I exist as Nothing but stress and colours Burn with the love, unsold I exist as Nothing but stress and colours