Pure as the unborn son 
Pure as the maid, should be ceased to breathe again
Never look away from those with nothing to spare

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight
Of decay, [bad word]  how we nurture [bad word] 
And everything that will doom us all...

Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything
 [bad word] never been so misplaced 
As in your arms that day those that you gave away to those who could ease your mind.
We were nothing but a waste of your time and space.

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight
Of decay, [bad word]  how we nurture [bad word] 
And everything that will doom us all...

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spares me the sight
Of decay, [bad word]  how we nurture [bad word] 
And everything that will doom us all...