We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned

We are demons that hide in the mirror

But the blood on our hands

Paints a picture exceedingly clear

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We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed

And malevolence deep and profound.

We do unspeakable deeds

Does our wickedness know any bounds?

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Something’s gone terribly wrong

With everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things

The sun is gone

What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires

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We can’t medicate man to perfection again

We can’t legislate peace in our hearts

We can’t educate sin from our souls

It’s been there from the start

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But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits

Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed

But of all our iniquities

Ignorance may be the worst

.

Something’s gone terribly wrong

With everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things

The sun is gone

What vanity! Our sad, wretched fires

.

Oh little light we have!

It only serves to show

The snares and seeds of wrath

We have already sewn on every path

.

Something’s gone terribly wrong

With everyone

All the world is mad

Darkness brings terrible things

The sun is gone

What vanity! Our sad wretched fires.