We are just a dick delusion of their mind
Tear apart
And dissect the confusion they leave by
Our reception makes us who we are
So rise, we rise
Like a moth through the flame
We become dearranged in our own minds
You are just a dripped delusion of my mind
Show the scars
Of the bath you took to learn how to fly
So rise, we rise
Like a moth through the flame
We become dearranged in our own minds