Here is the world they'll try to sell you Here is the ache habituate They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view So high Minus the world we find forgiveness Minus the world she finds herself Minus the wars/walls, she wouldn't hang her view So low Why did their eyes shadow and plague those creatures we portray? Born into this unvariable mess, this bankruptcy - her and I have left Paradox can un numb on me Minus greed You are growing cold Minus belief We are growing old Minus our fears she is outspoken Minus our hands she is clean But in filth we destroy purity Who's words conceived? Sorrow and shame tingle and mend and get it endlessly End of the day of diprevidation of make believe tranquillity Minus the world we leave Minus the world we live Minus the world we live