Movement # 1
Dynamic Scale Centred On D & E [D, Eb, E, F, Gb, G, Ab, A, Bb, B, C, Db, D] - Prestissimo (189 bpm)

I don’t want to take part in this stupidity ‘cause I’m tired of it (tired of it) and I’m afraid we’re saturated in pure hatred.
Soaked and surrounded by tormentors, they’ll take every living part of you; it’s so calculated. Why can’t we just recombine?

I want to know about your infatuation so you believe it’s all some kind of simulation.
It’s not like I know the date but I know damn well that the end is coming. Did you believe me when I told you everything and nothing?
There’s no fabricated facts, it’s all related; you’ll just remove what doesn’t work out in your favour.
So blinded by it all, as low as you can go. That’s when the cancer steps in, takes charge, there’s no return.

I don’t want to take part in this stupidity ‘cause I’m tired of it (tired of it) and I’m afraid we’re saturated in pure hatred.
Soaked and surrounded by tormentors, they’ll take every living part of you; it’s so calculated. Why can’t we just recombine?

You watch your life unravel it’s complicated. Never take the last seat that’s left vacant.
It’s easier said than done just to tell yourself that the end is coming. A chance to cover all the poor decisions that you’re making.
There’s no suffocated truth, it’s nauseating; your simple mind associates this all with Satan.
This ain’t no puppet show, It’s all cerebral and now your body is accepting of this recourse.

When what you see isn’t what you get and what you want is a lie, you start to picture the whole damn world in a different light.
It’s not the only way you’ll find, this is not some gods design, it’s not a blessing nor is it scripture.
I’ll send the medals in the mail because there’s no awards show for the insane.

I don’t want to take part in this stupidity ‘cause I’m tired of it (tired of it) and I’m afraid we’re saturated in pure hatred.
Soaked and surrounded by tormentors, they’ll take every living part of you; it’s so calculated. Why can’t we just recombine?

Dropping out is fine, dilute your anger. Nobody will excuse you for bad behaviour.
The last thing on my mind is accepting that the ends not coming, not in this lifetime; makes it all seem less intimidating.
Breathing easily is hard, it’s aggravating. You won’t endure life without its limitations.
Without a lasting stare, too terrified to care. This is depressed me, speaking of the very best me!

When what you see isn’t what you get and what you want is a lie, you start to picture the whole damn world in a different light.
It’s not the only way you’ll find, this is not some gods design, it’s not a blessing nor is it scripture.
I’ll send the medals in the mail because there’s no awards show for the insane.

Movement # 2
Dynamic Scale Centred On D & E [D, Eb, E, F, Gb, G, Ab, A, Bb, B, C, Db, D] - Prestissimo (189 bpm)

I don’t want to take part in this stupidity ‘cause I’m tired of it (tired of it) and I’m afraid we’re saturated in pure hatred.
Soaked and surrounded by tormentors, they’ll take every living part of you; it’s so calculated. Why can’t we just recombine?

Unravelling what caused this domination. Appropriating, dictating the situation.
I still don't see the vision foregoing how the end is coming. You believe me like I know exactly what I’m saying.
There's a mental impact to; a fleeting moment. It's enough to make you question if it's worth vacating.
The land of green and gold, no difference here I'm told. You live it daily then you wonder why your burning.

When what you see isn’t what you get and what you want is a lie, you start to picture the whole damn world in a different light.
It’s not the only way you’ll find, this is not some gods design, it’s not a blessing nor is it scripture.
I’ll send the medals in the mail because there’s no awards show for the insane.