Here is the world, they'll try to sell you   Here is the ache barbiturate   They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view so high      Minus the world we'd find forgiveness   Minus the world she'd find her self   Minus the walls, she wouldn't hang her view   So low      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      Minus the world we leave   Minus the world we leave   Minus the world we leave