FTO Lyrics

Today I fear the outcomes
the premises for action
glowing white and golden
paralysis sets in
and genesis comes undone
a violent reaction
the hand of cards has folded
there is no game to win
from the outset

I'll join the disillusioned
and disavow reaction
to break the chain that's moulded
the established grip
if i seem somehow saddened
by distant splintered factions
and friends i have forgotten
it's only one more fractured step
from the outset
from the outset
desire becomes form

a distant door has opened
let me in
let me in
my desires have murmured
cleave these small hands apart
and watch the air grow thicker by the hour