XXXX (The First Thousand Years Of Solitude)

And we returned to heaven

To confront our resurrected horrors

They'd restlessly started a horrible revolt

So I smashed their thieving greedy blackened halos

Right back into broken zeroes

Of digital hope, copper, and hurt

Say I won't

All your artists are just servants of the status quo

Say I won't

As this darkness starves us, trademarks us miserable

Do your worst

Come damage me

Come damage me

Our impossible populous

Immeasurable metropolis

The machinery stays and the scenery crumbles away

As we capitalize on our opportunities

Come damage me

I descend in the cadence to unlock the city gates

I retreat to my basement, make the end come for me

Come damage me