"Lost Perfection B) Anablephobia" lyrics
Clowns now appear
They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline
"Tonight is our death." The clowns then begin to slash each other
The skies open up, the flames pour in
The world watched in awe
Mesmerized
The population soon follows the clown's lead
Death is in the air
The three adults once again start talking
They ask questions of faith and love
"We shall live past these days, rid of all we've done."
I see what they mean now... but the retched smell has overcome
I am gone
The baby born with the end of the world... awake
The five of us haven't spoken in hours
Sitting alone to our own thoughts
Only we will know what strange things boredom has created
They are all carrying knives and cups of gasoline
"Tonight is our death." The clowns then begin to slash each other
The skies open up, the flames pour in
The world watched in awe
Mesmerized
The population soon follows the clown's lead
Death is in the air
The three adults once again start talking
They ask questions of faith and love
"We shall live past these days, rid of all we've done."
I see what they mean now... but the retched smell has overcome
I am gone
The baby born with the end of the world... awake
The five of us haven't spoken in hours
Sitting alone to our own thoughts
Only we will know what strange things boredom has created
