Thanks, symbolic vengeance
That neither folds me or you into this submission
Rows of empty houses
Now there's no leader or piper for anyone to follow
Forecast sun this springtime
And never undermine this, just relay the message
Ample timing for a breakdown
While solemn we can take no real comfort or solace
Thanks, academy and all enemies force fervored motives
Rest on my laurels and statues, broken virtues
I rest in little pieces
I've smashed to smithereens
All hopes and dreams nurtured in dirty playgrounds
Last syllables never turn into words
Lost the goals of the war
Now we've lost balance
Now our heads hit the floor
Now we've lost the will to feel
Now we've lost balance
