Fill their heads with bold a**umptions thick with pantomime corruption* Surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive Painted visage veils intention, so I've staged this intervention Choking now on revelation, gasp for breaths of blind elation This is the recipe for breathing f**ing fallacies: A simple blend of fear and misdirection Crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes It's all been written in the scars ! So f** what you've seen We're at the end of our rope Without a second chance to leave a few more feet Enough to wrap around tour necks We'd hang our bodies from the clouds and tear What's left of your paradise down ! This is the recipe for honestly and open sores: A simple blend of painful complications Sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears It's all recorded in these songs So tell me how I'd ever hear these words and I suppose I'll tell you Where we've stashed away those insolent freaks Here's your f**ing hint !