Cleanse this disease
There's another inch
Unraveled in this form
Planned movements
Another detonate
Opened clouds
A straight end to the play
Watched it all unfold
In parts assembled so late
He takes
A lack of fear
Cortex
A lack of a view
Cortex
A lack of a view
Cortex
A lack of a view
Twist their screw
Exhaust
Tender
Pinned
Deep in the ulcer
Control of the century
A level of hate
Taught by experts
A bag of pieces
Embodied before me
Cortex
A lack of a view
Cortex
A lack of a view
Cortex
A lack of a view
Cortex
A lack of a view
Nor fear
Nothing in line

Just not enough


We've lost our soul
Just on the southern shore
A new signal




Mourn








Cars





A song

A invitation
A spree
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.