| Should I defend you for who you are? |
| The laws are changed and useless |
| On their way to a deserted town |
| Where empty windows wave goodbye |
| A helpless excuse, a fallin' reality |
| I’m changed by the shock |
| And the weight of the punch |
| A helpless excuse, a fallin' reality |
| Fragments of a futile bein' |
| A puzzle to the noble ones |
| Ignorant and pitiless they stride |
| The world around me |
| Spartanic, minimalistic |
| A helpless excuse, a fallin' reality |
| The large scale plan that once where |
| You’ve now drained from life |
| A helpless excuse, a fallin' reality |
| Who knows the proper reasons |
| Why it all begins and ends? |
| Ignorant and pitiless they stride |
| You are my form |
| The clean, harsh silence passes |
| Genuine visions |
| By the noble ones |
| For the noble ones |
| You are my form |
| The clean, harsh silence passes |
| Genuine visions |
| By the noble ones |
| For the noble ones |
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