Chaos no point to prove
I've been changing my open mind
Self defensive intentions you'll never find

Deviation detour your moral code
You understand I refuse to play the role
Say have a seat, I think I'll stand
Stained glass here I come with brick in hand

No explanations, for my deviation
I'll give no explanation, for my deviation

See me, are you surprised
I symbolise all you despise
Never, never your faithful pawn
You run your rat race, it's that I spit upon

No explanations for my deviation
I'll give no explanations, for my deviation
No explanations for my deviation


"No motherfucking explanations here, jack,
 No, no, no." Ed