Rear in the murder of wise crescendo Where is the contrast, wherever is chaos I, tilt the envying Of my world Crooked in the glass Of toxic power While you're alone in mad paradise While you're be hoist with your own petard
Rear in the murder of wise crescendo Where is the contrast, wherever is chaos I, tilt the envying Of my world Crooked in the glass Of toxic power While you're alone in mad paradise While you're be hoist with your own petard