.White of their eyes
Shadow and plague
Those creatures we portray
Born into this
Unbearable mess
This bankruptcy her and I have left

Paradox, conundrum, irony
Minus need you are going cold
Minus belief we are growing old

Minus our fears she is outspoken
Minus our hands she is clean
Budding filth, we destroy purity once conceived

Sorrow and shame
Tangled and maimed
Indebted endlessly
Heir to the day
Of depravity
She'll have to make believe tranquility.