I take on a dream
Faceless nameless, living in a shameless famous time of the obscene
Listen to the sound of a torn up soul
I'm going to take your frail design
Little pleasure of annoying waste of time
Flesh eating like a scrap of undone meat
I laid you down I cut you off from
Structure of Synthetic Feeling
I made a crown I cut off of
Structure of a useless being
Fatigue is setting in
Storm of the raining sin
Storm of denial
Force fire burning pain
Distract, mist of, maintain
Last one standing in the blackened dawn
Figure of salvation burning fire below
I laid you down I cut you off from
Structure of Synthetic Feeling
I made a crown I cut off of
Structure of a useless being