Pure as the unborn son
Pure as the maid should be ceased to breathe again
Never look away from those with nothing to spare
But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes would it spare me the sight?
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all
Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything
Trust never been so misplace as in your arms that day
Those that you gave away to those who could ease your mind
We were nothing but a waste of your time and space
But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes would it spare me the sight?
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all.