| Do I only have conviction | |
| When my opinion lives in isolation? | |
| Is this portion of reality | |
| A frail and tangential foundation? | |
| Who mapped the course | |
| To this quizzical, grotesque junction? | |
| I can't romanticise these demons anymore | |
| I can't serenade another empty balcony | |
| I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship | |
| With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul | |
| The machine grinds ever on | |
| With a radiance perceived by wretched eyes | |
| That lead me home again when I'm blinded | |
| By the truth within my lies | |
| I can't romanticise these demons anymore | |
| I can't serenade another empty balcony | |
| I can't endure one more eve on this fetid ship | |
| With the insincere bounty of a mutinous soul |