The madness and the damage done

(If) you write one more thing in my book of lies 
I brainwash myself a blood-stained mind
Put on a glass, It'll never forget the pain 
The same old, same old hurting game
You love the whole wide world with your body as a sign 
But I never was the physical kind 
You offer holy cure and sight to the blind 
But I never was the miracle kind
You'll remember me when you sell your ring
Don't tell me you don't feel a thing
Holy Mary (I,) can't seem to shut her legs! [bad word] wild
The madness and the damage done

You'll remember me when your worlds collide
The sea will rise and your thought divide
You'll remember me when the sea retreats
The cerebral storm won another defeat*
While we sing to the moon your stars fall down 
While our [bad word] sore, you wear a crown
The sometimes, maybe: There's no middle ground
The void has won, 
The madness and the damage done 

The madness and the damage done

*FROM THE BOOKLET:
The cerebral storm won it's (/your) last (/another) defeat