Brutal dimensions

Where we can't survive

We barely mention

The fact that we're alive

Deep in the contract

We can do no wrong

Create the soundtrack

We've needed all along

DRUM ROLLS INTO

And I don't believe in confrontation

I cannot deal with this anxious nausea

Submitting, drop back

Of the race for the prize

You need to change tack

You can't believe the lies

I feel surrounded

And I'm almost gone

This is unfounded

You still do me wrong

And I don't believe in confrontation

I cannot deal with this anxious nausea

RIFF CONTINUES WITH ANGULAR GUITAR SOLO

Everything in which I used to believe

Has fallen apart, I used to belong

To such cruel delights and such vicious dreaming

But now all I can do is remind myself

FADE