Correction morale leaves us blind 
(So deceiving yet so reckless).
State your name serve your time 
Do not be dim-witted by what comes to you next. 
Wide eyed face and awe.

Bad news for us baby. 
No warnings were made a disaster claimed the streets 
and homes where our children played 
And if you can see beyond the horizon where millions 
have fled, 
The trees have all settled every root hides the dead. 
An 80 mile slope of shit and disease my humble 
liberator please tell us what to believe because I'm 
listening.

The subtleties become miles high a frame in shattered 
glass still fits its design. 
A silhouette inlaid with gold vanished before your 
eyes. 
The road that splits in two just leads the same way 
Through solitude in a desperate display.

Oh, no.

So you cry for me a ploy so pathetic its hard to 
believe. 
When I turn back to a shroud enslaved I see through the 
flame a figure move.

Who's listening to you boy? 
Who's reasoning to this girl? 
Who's saving me from this world?

Aggrandize the capability to the one that calls you the 
Gag-Man. 
Intensify the dismay before your assembly; enthrone 
yourself. 

Lead us further through your twisted games we tried 
your needle 
So lead us cry a murder your flesh turns powder white 
before your times up. 
So take a hard look as you cry out; 
Before you cry out.