Songtext von Minus

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 herself 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 they 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