Minus Songtext / Lyric

Here is the world they'll try to sell you

Here is the ache habituate

They'll have your eyes and they will hang your view

So high



Minus the world we find forgiveness

Minus the world she finds herself

Minus the wars/walls, she wouldn't hang her view

So low



Why did their eyes shadow and plague those creatures we portray?

Born into this unvariable mess, this bankruptcy - her and I have left






Paradox can un numb on me

Minus greed

You are growing cold

Minus belief

We are growing old



Minus our fears she is outspoken

Minus our hands she is clean

But in filth we destroy purity

Who's words conceived?



Sorrow and shame tingle and mend and get it endlessly

End of the day of diprevidation of make believe tranquillity



Minus the world we leave

Minus the world we live

Minus the world we live