Without order there is no joy
I stake anything as a means to employ
I know you can see it, don't make me repeat it
Without order there is no joy
Many things in this world will come down
It's on you when your feet hit the ground
We can see who is laughing now
It's not so funny when you talk about money
Chaos is spreading across your face
It's making me ill, let's get out of this place
The music they play, it says nothing to me
It's not worth repeating, it's just history
It's amazing that this style was invented
If it came around now, you'd do your best to prevent it
Don't be so lazy and also repetive
It's pathetic, this was never intended