there's something ominous, something invasive beyond the veil that we see it's so insidious, so inescapable, living inside you and me we built our hopes and dreams on an illusion founded on those whom we trust the towers crumble down, reduced to ashes; the air is thick with the dust
welcome to my world, to my little, little world, where the little people live for a little attention welcome to a disenchanted state of human being where corruption is all I see welcome to my world, to my little, little world, where the little people die from a little affliction can you hear the countdown ticking like a bomb? t-minus insanity