We are one insipid son it would be nothing without you
And i get nervous when you walk and i would love to hear you talk
But i only listen to what isn't true now it's now or never come on and
Give up the dormant part be a delegate with something to say
Now i get nervous when you walk and like a serpent with it's stalk
It would be nothing without you
Salvaged, seeking the source
Failure, call on the hordes
Violence, fall on the end of the sword
So solitary to cold to carry on
I love you all, i wish you all the best in this life
I'll see you all in hell