Inside their little world

They tried to be understood

But all that came of it was a mess

So sort it out

In conversations

Devout apparitions

Would say they're horrid nonetheless

Once more

Their heads are caving in

There's a window that jarred on their conscience

Once more

They're left remembering

To the people who picked up their arms and legs

And carried on

They pulled apart their own ego at the seams

And spilled their organs everywhere

Caught in polarized degrees

They may decay again, so beware

These are people too backwards to die out

They may never escape from the rise now

They may never come back

Crumbling still

Their little world rebuilt

Couldn't be endured now

There's nothing left but gone to waste

So sort it out

With new perspectives

Reused and defective

They challenged gods face to face

Once more

Their head had caved in

And the past lingered nearby a locked door

Once more

They have revisited

Something over and over and over again

And carried on

So after all these years

They remained a form of art

'Cause they had problems from the start

Though they acted on a dare

There's nothing stopping them, so beware

These are people too fearless to die out

Though they'll never escape from the rise now

You'd say that things have improved, right?

You'd say that things have improved, right?