Steal my trepidation, redress the balance This cry of distress is a tripper into woebegone You wreak vengeance on innocence to hold This century is own impossibility Forbidding anxiety walks through whole ending year I saw my blood dying at the gate of insane heart Forgery of your sense twisted vulgarism That's exhausting me with untiring zeal Think about all the dreams you had Don't regress to the impa**ive time Think about all the things you hate Don't try to find excuses Think about invoke yourself No blood into voracity Think about relive my pain No war I can ignore more Join into my circus travel into my head A price for solitude the victims of ma**ive d**h Crawling lord in the reality of lies I choose to go over and past my anger