The world that we were after Is nowhere near Where pets attack their masters Breaking their chains of fear I guess that I've shown little Spirit myself The natural enemy of people Are people themselves If we go down we go down in grand style Let's dress up for the carnival There's no escape while the gods we created Are raging beyond control If we go down we go down in grand style Let's dress up for the funeral Unless we confess that our minds are possessed There's no way to regain control Here comes the new messiah Chronically ill Instead of taking me higher He gives me a chill One thing I know for certain He's gonna fall Watch him stumble beneath the burden Of saving us all If we go down we go down in grand style Let's dress up for the carnival There's no escape while the gods we created Are raging beyond control If we go down we go down in grand style Let's dress up for the funeral Unless we confess that our minds are possessed There's no way to regain control.