The hour was to be, I was born with it
What's to say?
Sift through the ma**es that I would rather de(?)
Fade away
They're full of (?) that would amount to regret
Creating heaven, a reason then
And it's a time, that I'd rather forget what is true
A machine will rattle the soul of you
And there's no dream that you can run away to
'Cause we live inside a psychodynamic too
Don't want to be insane, what I wanted to say,
Who are you
You think it's all right, But there is someone to blame
Blame it on you
You'll hate your future self, Who thought that you were alone
We're in a social hell
New ways to face the unknown
To penalize, takes an idiot prophecy
An obedience day with the k**er epitomes
Our excusable hate makes our feeling mutual
A million churned is a subtle ritual.
Ritual circle,
It's (?) (?) and we shook
We won't bother (?)
We keep what is severed
(?) (?) (?) nature
But enriched with the eyeeeees
b**h, we abide
The hour was stupid, just like that
Sift through the ma**es, but what would rather be said?
You can can crumble in pain
To penalize, takes an idiot prophecy
An obedience day with the k**er epitomes
Our excusable hate makes our feeling mutual
A million churned is a subtle ritual.