With this poisoned arrow And the tension in the air I split the seam Of space between Without a light to spare With this poisoned arrow And the tension in the air This modern world revolves around The pairing of despair 'Cause when words won't save you And delight won't save you And you just wanna give up the fight You're a tragic contender And a hopeless pretender And you hold so much pleasure inside When you walk with the angels And you talk with the angels But you can't shake The splinter of strife Their swords won't protect you And their prayers won't protect you When the guilty remains to be tried I feel disquiet in the twilight Of the prime of my life While destroyers stain the skyline In the frolique de pride That bloody fingered rusty rogue Will hunt me down until then We will get loose and we will Sleep through Armageddon again 'cause when words won't save you And delight won't save you And you just wanna give up the fight You're a tragic contender And a hopeless pretender And you hold so much pleasure inside When you walk with the angels And you talk with the angels But you can't shake The splinter of strife Their swords won't protect you And their prayers won't protect you When the guilty remains to be tried Beyond the deep I feel their pleas Passing over me I split the seam Of space between \"to sleep perchance to dream\" In surgery The pre-deceased Sing beneath my feet And they plead \"Does fantasy beget reality?\"