We Bravely saw the end begin The status quo apocalypse Where funeral pyres ran till dawn On faulty urban paradise And dying memories of our lives Gave rise to desperation
Through desolated moralities Strewn carelessly around As heaven fell with thunders And deadened skies took back the dust We clasped our hands and braced ourselves To sail the acid sea of sloth that spread through life
And all their hordes that there Were nothing than a pilled-popped pest A quivering needle held too tight Then quickly thrown away
With our backs pressed to fend'em off The nightshade was laced with fear But without face the mob once surged And wisked you out of reach
I saw you screaming as you died They tore the away the skin you wore I glance back one last time and caught A lingering trace of sky-burned eyes That rushed me back to my mind
CAPITALIZED, A GUISE FROM LOWER CASE WELCOME TO THE FREAK SHOW