From the view of this vantage point
I can see it more clearly now
The future is a bleaker place
Than this gray world that I've never let go of and never will
There is only murder coming from the back of the machine
And it's spilling ink over ink over me
The ground as it is chasing has begun to remove its dermis
And expose its sinister gaping wound
Oh, the evil and its blanket of temptation
Clogs the cogs of the machine of navigation
The revolt is upon us
The revolt is upon us
But I lose them to the ground
There is only murder coming from the back of the machine
And it's spilling ink over ink over me
The ground as it is chasing has begun to remove its dermis
And expose its sinister gaping wound
Its sinister gaping wound
Its sinister gaping wound
Its sinister gaping wound
Oh, how the revolt has started
Broken and fulling the prophet
Closing us off to the gracious
Revolt, revolt
Revolt, revolt
Revolt, revolt
Chastise, chastise
Chastise, chastise
Chastise, chastise
Oh, how the revolt has started
Broken and fulling the prophet
Closing us off to the gracious
The gracious
The revolt is upon us
The revolt is upon us
But I lose them to the ground
It's still our faults
It's still our faults
It's still our faults
It's still our faults
But I refuse to let me turn
When I go so you know
That I will never ever take it
When I go so you know
That I'll never take it
When I go so you know
That I will never ever take it
When I go so you know
That I'll never take it
Take it
Take it
Take it
I will never take it