| It seems the problem has become the solution
|
| A lucky break turns to ball and chain
|
| The perfect moment, you can feel the conclusion
|
| Triumphantly burning through your veins
|
| So bury everything you know and dig as deep as you can
|
| All the while, you hope it never comes back again
|
| Miserably never ever, cross your heart and die
|
| All the while will last forever in your litany of lies
|
| It seems your story will survive the revision
|
| A lucky ride to new, blinding heights
|
| But, for a second, you can taste the incision
|
| Your heart is pulled out and the world ignites
|
| So bury everything you know and dig as deep as you can
|
| All the while, you hope it never comes back again
|
| Miserably never ever, cross your heart and die
|
| All the while will last forever in your litany of lies
|
| The grand delusion has been depleted
|
| Ashes trickle down on the scattered remains of those who dare to believe
|
| Faith, the culture of deceit in despair with its own technology
|
| The past is a game and language is the only noise history left behind
|
| Truth is salvation with some probability between zero and none
|
| Accept it as dead
|
| Bury everything you know and dig as deep as you can
|
| All the while, you hope it never comes back again
|
| Miserably never ever, cross your heart and die
|
| All the while will last forever in your litany of lies |