Letra de Minus

Here is the world they'll try to sell you
Here is the ache, barbiturate
They'll have your eyes
And they will hang your view so high
Minus the world, we'd find forgiveness
Minus the world, she'd find herself
Minus the walls, she wouldn't hang her view
So low
White of their eyes, shadow and plague
Those creatures we portray
Born into this unbearable mess
This bankruptcy her and I have left
Paradox, conundrum, irony
Minus need, 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
Once conceived
Sorrow and shame, tangled and maimed
Indebted endlessly
Heir to the day of depravity
She'll have to make believe tranquility
Minus the world, we leave
Minus the world, we leave
Minus the world, we leave