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..