Is nothing left to chance?
Enjoyment of the drought
Is nothing left to risk?
Must everything be bought
From sex to joy to experiment
We no longer enjoy the real
The reality of life
Obsessed with falling death

The illusion
The illusion
The illusion
Murdered
The reality of life
The reality of death

Stop looking absolved
You know the impetus is lost
Sell your clothes and sell your soul
Sell your clothes and sell your soul

Stop, stop, stop looking absolved