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 Spare 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 Spare Me The Sight?

Of Decay, Corruption, How We Nurture Destruction

And Everything That Will Doom Us All.