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 spares 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 misplaced
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 spares me the sight
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction?
And everything that will doom us all...

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction?
And everything that will doom us all...