derailing losses ticking away 
a clock striking dead the hour of decay 
the blue of fixation lacking functionality 
a thought of response tracing rationality 
rehashing convulsions I've met with betrayal 
the spirit misguided walls built so frail 
you transparent causes your rubber like skin 
darkness in light seething within 
ramblings in sequence 

regretting to relate surreal in conception 
indeed you built your truth over harsh deception 
negating the stance you so firmly stood 
the reaction to loss is everything but good 
your ramblings in sequence with tragedy inside 
the risk is far too great no one can decide 
your perversion of thought has you looking beneath 
at the sore of a soul the trivial unleashed 
your measure of life your dealing within 
your distorted truth 
who will give in 

the severed emotions with nerves of nothing 
we all stand to watch the results of our quest 
to mismatch the positive for lies manifest 
refusal of the know burning up the lives we fear 
faces turn to stone quit before the goals we near 
managing the fall of all the things we thought and knew 
keeping to ourselves the presence of the few 

i will not back down in the face of your device 
you cannot see fact when it's you whom you despise 
tossing out your will when your spine cannot reform 
a typical little thrill I will not be torn 

a parody on truth this game you've created 
it leaves only room for the one who's negated 
it seems to derive from a blind denial 
but certain facts remain it's you against survival 
evasion of fact the final result 
the equation set forth your own little cult 
judging the spirit in speculation 
evidence discarded what a sensation