| Time is never a healer | 
| You view the hourglass in this light | 
| In a portent of removing logic | 
| You took my head and built a supermarket on it | 
| Digging while dusk still showed | 
| And the marching band was just another fucking mirage | 
| Or a car key | 
| A car key to help us flee the hole | 
| In a pretence of inducing vomit | 
| You took my head and built a supermarket on it | 
| Trying to keep it low | 
| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain | 
| Across the edge of fratricide | 
| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain | 
| Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide. | 
| In the heart of the base machine | 
| You can entertain yourself | 
| Entertain what you know | 
| And it came and it blew out my fucking brain | 
| Un-candescently take the best of me | 
| Turn me into a child | 
| I’ll try to take it, hide into you | 
| Don’t try to take it and watch it surround | 
| I’ll try to take it, hide into you | 
| Lord, protect me from the violence | 
| Oh my darling… | 
| Time, it’s a fickle thing | 
| Through days, months and minutes | 
| We forget how to sing | 
| A skyline envelopes the east | 
| And western misfortune is freely erased | 
| A truncation of Caeser’s might | 
| We came, we saw, we set up our lives | 
| To beg, to cheat, to lie, to steal | 
| The parts of you that make up the forgotten sides | 
| Give me a wall! | 
| Give me a wall! | 
| Give me a wall! | 
| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain | 
| Across the edge of fratricide | 
| A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain | 
| Until I’ve got nowhere to hide, hide, hide |