[ Featuring ANTHONY YOUNG ]
Defining shapes, that have no shape
Feeling cold, although its hot inside
Your World shakes, walls move in
Sweat drips, but leaves no stain
Oh god, there is no pain
Sweat drips, leaves no stain
Its purpose built Delirium
We grapple with Delirium
The world drowns in Delirium
Chorus:
World trips, colours fly
As we dance in Delirium
Moon scenes, shadows cry
Dancing in delirium
Silhouettes and a tainted sky
Dancing in delirium
World trips, colours fly
Dancing in delirium
Dance , dance, dance
In delirium
I hear Noise that has no sound
Lost on map that shows no town
Medias filtered telling us lies
World echoes fear as suburbia crys
The systems charred with disdain
Oh god we feel the pain
Its purpose built delirium
Were dancing in delirium
Were dancing in delirium
Were dancing