You unplugged this information   When you put pen to paper   You wrote it ten times to amend it later   Before it became the wall      Then you started to scream   And the world was in a mess   You made your peace   Reflected in the stillness      You let loose at the publishing house   With your back catalogue of spells   You swore ten times that there was nothing wrong   and that all was well      Then you started to scream    And the world was in a mess   You made your peace   Reflected in the stillness      Then you started to scream    And the world was in a mess   You made your peace   Reflected in the stillness      Then you started to scream    And the world was in a mess   You made your peace   Reflected in the stillness