Disheveled

These arms are burning of a result
That this bleak mind is no longer fogged by disillusion
Unloved, the vermin rises in anger
Cower in idiocy with dishonor bleeding through the hands

the glimmer has been all too alluring for anyone to dispell

this fertile ground is the captivating shoal he's been presented to trust

the glimmer has been all too alluring for anyone to dispell

the song starts the roar to alarm the deaf of the sounds of madness
whistling the tone, whistling their minds to divinity
Unleashing their ears and opening their eyes to what is unseen

Your soul is alone...
But it won't die

Don't let it swallow
your will and your mind...