Blame your oversight, you let go of your own ambition
Close but not quite, to bloodlines of greed and inhibition
Father sell our game, the cities of termites confront demise
Both and the same, there is no place today for genuine vice
No matter of better, just stick to the letter
Of color and fabric and binary gore
Unbind the conceptions of shackle and tether
In festering glory and beautiful war
Bring it all down and let me breathe
Stolen words out of your mouth sound wrong
No wonder, the wonder of cold and of colder
Monotony murders the variant spice
No failure as black as the worship of order
Still no place today for a genuine vice
Away for too long
The more I’ve seen, the less I’ve known, believe me
I’m surrounded by your scent, your intent
I feel empty
I’m coming home
But don’t wait for me, don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me, don’t fuck with me..
