Thanks, symbolic vengeance That neither folds me Or you into this submission
Rows of empty houses Now there's no leader Or piper for anyone to follow
Forecast sun this springtime And never undermine this Just relay the message
Ample timing for a breakdown While solemn, we can take no Real comfort or solace
Thanks, academy And all enemies Force fervored motives Rest on my laurels and statues Broken virtues, I rest in little pieces I've smashed to smithereens All hopes and dreams Nurtured in dirty playgrounds
Lost syllables Never turn into words Lost the goals of the war Now we've lost balance
(Now our heads hit the floor, Now we've lost the will to feel, Now we've lost balance)