Prong. Beg To Differ. Your Fear. Zeneszám

His holy misunderstood
Misdirected, misconstrued
This holy roll of the dice
Take your chances

Hold on tight
Silence the silent
Confuse the confused
Confusion runs rampant

On a ship of fools
The clock is ticking
This sacred joke
Left without a reason
Till reason takes hold

Surrender your tear
Crawl into the flame
His holy unconsciousness
Endless discussion
Of our uselessness

Alive and kicking
This sacred joke
Left without a reason
Till reason takes hold
Surrender your tear
Crawl into the flame