Setting in and taking hold.
It's mass confusion.
I can't do what I'm told.
There's no solution.

I'm talking about everything and anything.
And all the stuff thats in-between.
I'm talking about hate and love.
And nothing is just what it seems.

What's to say and who's to blame.
It's an illusion.
Sheild yourself from the flame.
A firey protrusion.

I'm talking about everything and anything.
And all the stuff thats in-between.
I'm talking about war and peace.
And places that I've never seen.

When I can see and when it is clear.
Past light's diffusion.
I'll drink the poison, feel it sear.
Theres no dilution.

I'm talking about everything and anything.
And all the stuff thats in-between.
I'm talking about objects and rejects.
And all the people called unclean.

And when I'm done and when it's gone.
There's no confusion.
The conclusion that I've drawn.
It's the perfect solution.