Žodžiai dainai: Quix*o*tic. Rhymes With Crime.

give me a hand
hand me a break
point me the way i should take to come back or get out
oh come back
oh don't let me down
this is what they have written
these are the bodies we put there
(their mine) in time
a crime when you turn against me
(heaven helps the man that smiles)
easier to forget than to want to
a paper skeleton a condensed regret
the archives
(collective sigh)
harder to live a martyr than to die like one
a general education of murder the fundamental failure:
boredom is the root of all your evil
the archive is vast and incomprehensible
heaven helps the man that smiles
escape!(don't wait)
document proceed protect control escape your fate
(when i'll turn against you)