Open your eyes, to the sun,
Take a look at what you've done.
It's no surprise, that your eyes, now are blind to everyone.

Close and confine, this can of worms.
Conceal and terminate the germs.
Don't throw away your precious earth, hold your treasure in your arms.

Light the candles in the shrine,
Reinforce your frail spine.
Grab the iron from the fire.
Now the court has been adjourned,
All your chances have been burned,
Your heart is doused upon the pyre.

You're a lily livered featherweight,
With a facade for young and old.
This illusion that you demonstrate,
Is just foolish and cold.

What is there worth living for, what is there worth living for?
(You have all you need and more, you have all you need and more.)
When you break the heart that you adore, you break the heart that you adore.
(Nothing's as it was before, nothing's as it was before.)
You spit deceit on the rapport, you spit deceit on the rapport,
And become what we abhor, you become what we abhor.

You're a yellow bellied perjurer
With an illusion on your skin.
There's a patron and a nurturer,
That is buried deep within.

Light the candles in the shrine,
Reinforce your frail spine.
Grab the iron from the fire.
Now the court has been adjourned,
All your chances have been burned,
Your heart is doused upon the pyre.

And you'll find that there is less, to remember and forget,
And a lot more to extend.
Nothing good could ever come, from the damage you have done,
There are years to amend.

What is there worth living for, what is there worth living for?
(You have all you need and more, you have all you need and more.)
When you break the heart that you adore, you break the heart that you adore.
(Nothing's as it was before, nothing's as it was before.)
You spit deceit on the rapport, you spit deceit on the rapport,
And become what we abhor, you become what we abhor.