You,
Overly conspicuous
Understand that you told me a lie
And if so
Read my lips
Erradication is the choice
And if not
Love not whom the bell tolls
Yonder the land of the smooth
Irridescent messages
Nevermore, once betwix our movement
Grace upon the skies
From ashes to gold
Art thou really among the living?
Good
Gracious
Oh, god almighty
Terror, in my eye, erradication is the choice.