fill their heads with bold assumptions thick with pantomime corruption surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive painted visage veils intention so ive staged this intervention choking now on revelation gasp for breaths of blind elation this is the recipe for breathing fucking fallacies a simple blend of fear and misdirection crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes its all been written in the scars so fuck what youve seen were at the end of our rope without a second chance to leave a few more feet enough to wrap around our necks wed hang our bodies from the clouds and tear whats left of your paradise down this is the recipe for honestly and open sores a simple blend of painful complications sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears its all recorded in these songs so tell me how id ever hear these words and i suppose ill tell you where weve stashed away those insolent freaks heres your fucking hint 