The [bad word] divine
Paints the way to peace of mind
Leaving shallow lovers far behind

Past [bad word] 
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes
 [bad word] the course of time

 [bad word] cold beyond the violet prison
For violent visions
And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away 

We're never enough
We're drowning in cliches
So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say
So we sleep through the days 

Within the heat of passions war
Lust is spilled upon the floor 
Staining red the wasted metaphor 

The selfish need for something more
Claws in vain at closing doors
Scarring faces once adored

Tracing circles in the violet prison
For violet visions
And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away