Fixed, eyes, crossed rights Til you, give up the thirst Glass structures with tinted shades Keeping up the thin charades Rough curves on statuettes Feed the mind for the grotesque Fake fear, fake diction A palette for accustomed sin In a crime you're indulging in Fixed, eyes, crossed rights Til you, give up the thirst Give up the thirst In the vein, of what's humane Your myth, Your fraud, Your life concealed Convenience over morals for mass appeal Constant recurrence while you look away Your myth, Your fraud, your life concealed Fuck your convenience and mass appeal