Nothing breeds more contempt for this world

Then the memories now born

Every moment a new seed is grown to no reason

The trouble unfolds

For the trials of today

I'm no jury, really don't care how you feel

The pleasant notion of miraculous change

Drifts into multiple jeers

Jeers

Chrous:

You want the good life

You break your back

You snap your fingers

You snap your neck

Seconds drip through my hands

Washed of moments unborn

All the spaces between bleed

A tribute to a sacrament never exposed

Our message to the forces

I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel

Expectations of my daily bread

Gives me the hunger to steal.