Pentassam Constellation Lyrics - Agoraphobic Nosebleed

your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the 

weight of their expectations it must seem routine for 

you now snowing in their spit languishing in their 

refuse a human/virus a victim of disease called 

circumstance their real faces are the faces of disgust 

the only kind you see from down here here there is no 

healing only the slowing of decay i've heard they 

still smile in their world perhaps you will go there 

someday and destroy their happiness