Из альбома: Twelve Small Steps, One Giant Disappointment

Here is the world, they try to sell you
Here is the ache of which you ate
They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view so high

Minus the world, we find forgiveness
Minus the world, she find herself
Minus the walls, she wouldn't hang her view
So lieu

What if their eyes, shadow and plagued those creatures we portrayed
Born into this, unbearable mess
This bankruptcy her and I have left

Paradox can't run out on me
Minus need, you are growing cold
Minus believe, we are growing old
Minus her face, she is unspoken
Minus her hand, she is clean
But in filth, we destroy purity

Words conceived
Sorrow and shame, Tangled and named, Indebted endlessly
Enter the day
Of depravity
She'll have to make believe tranquility

Minus the world, we leave
Minus the world, we leave
Minus the world, we leave

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