Absinthe And Mortar

So perfect, and brilliantly unstable as before
This thought is driving me ill
So what will come next, this was a perfect fit

Will we rise up, and voice ourselves?
A damaged foundation will to destroy us (we will rise up)

Dividing this empty mistake for us to invade
The schizoid inside of us, ill
So what will come next, this was a perfect fit

Will we rise up, and voice ourselves?
A damaged foundation will to destroy us (we will rise up)

We will rise up, we will voice ourselves!