Nothing breeds more contempt for this world
then the memories now born
every moment a new seed is grown to no reason
the trouble unfolds
For the trials of today
i'm no jury, really don't care how you feel
the pleasant notion of miraculous change
drifts into multiple jeers
Jeers
Chrous:
you want the good life
you break your back
you snap your fingers
you snap your neck
Seconds drip through my hands
washed of moments unborn
all the spaces between bleed
a tribute to a sacrament never exposed
Our message to the forces
i've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel
expectations of my daily bread
gives me the hunger to steal.