Sick of a sickness
A reoccuring nightmare of
Convulsing through slow temple dance
Liberation requiem
Stamped out curriculum
Oh that doppleganger laughing (manifesting wings)
The dark side...
Drop trip...
Lost on a trip
No acid can supply
Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me)
Inside of dead weight standing
Speaking with authority
Black smoke is swirling upward masking
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
That dark side
You'll have to carry that weight
You fight
You will fight
Against the strands
So ill advised
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised
We'll never know when
Someday will bring our own
(sudden)... last time
I will fight... you say you want a revolution?
I will fight... and carry that weight
