Из альбома: The War of Art
an overwhelming understanding
of chaos brings you to your knees
impurities make me the way I am
the dirt in my veins
the games on my thoughts
the stains on your face
they break apart
motherfuckin
pushing the envelope
life sets me off
motherfuckin
pushing the envelope
hate gets me off
motherfuckin
pushing the envelope
gets me off
pushing the envelope
your face it sets me off
I'm curled up inside myself
I wont imagine the pictures
If I had prosthetic eyes I still
think that I'd see the same
satisfy retribution inside
to reasemble innocence inside
subsequent afternoons turning out scared
bothered by fallicies everyone's scared
chorus/2
killing myself like a tool in wrong
disqueting changes in direction
just keep on pushing
motherfucker