Inside their little world They tried to be understood But all that came of it was a mess So sort it out In conversations Devout apparitions Would say they're horrid nonetheless Once more Their heads are caving in There's a window that jarred on their conscience Once more They're left remembering To the people who picked up their arms and legs And carried on ♪ They pulled apart their own ego at the seams And spilled their organs everywhere Caught in polarized degrees They may decay again, so beware These are people too backwards to die out They may never escape from the rise now They may never come back Crumbling still Their little world rebuilt Couldn't be endured now There's nothing left but gone to waste So sort it out With new perspectives Reused and defective They challenged gods face to face Once more Their head had caved in And the past lingered nearby a locked door Once more They have revisited Something over and over and over again And carried on ♪ So after all these years They remained a form of art 'Cause they had problems from the start Though they acted on a dare There's nothing stopping them, so beware These are people too fearless to die out Though they'll never escape from the rise now You'd say that things have improved, right? You'd say that things have improved, right?