Come Leviathan, look you in the mouth

All my worn synthetics, big arithmetics

Help me sink to the bottom

With no crystal ball, without the tarot

Despite transparency, recollections may vary

But how can a song tell the future?

Death as a career, an indiscretion

A force for good, a force for happiness

Dashing young conjurer, thinks he can fuck it up

All better than anyone done fucked it up before

Let's make it dance to it’s own romance

Measure it as wide as it is long

Don't tell us, don't wave it in our face

Discredit it, falls on dеaf ears

Forever and еver and ever and ever

Oh my good god

Pride!

Oh the prize is as wide as it is long

It’s a crime that devastates one and all

We can dance on our own grave

But how can a song tell the future?

Here for the race to the bottom

The hits keep on coming

The world keeps on spinning

There is no beginning

There is no end to the brutality

Devils gonna devil as devils do

It's jump a to the left and a step to the right

Do the dance for the devil

Don't put up a fight

Be a love and fetch us me cigs out the car

It's not like you've anything better to do

All stuck in it's filthy paws

A rebel without a cause

A rebel would go quietly

Softly softly catchy

Monkey do monkey see monkey

Got anything better to do

Better not

Dreadful fixation, it is what it is

No it's not, yes it is

It's a dreadful fixation

A bore of a war of attrition

A pattern of abuse

A pattern of paranoid power

What you sow

What you reap is what you fucking sow