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Mr. Sir

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I taste the world through a chaos-flavored window
I taste the world through a chaos-flavored window
I taste the world through a chaos-flavored window
There have been a dozen places where these thoughts have been thought
There have been a dozen places where these thoughts have been thought

We were captured, put in cages, and taken to this place
Hovering right above me, glared this wicked face
And the lenses I was forced to wear bore these hellish crimson hues
I could only breathe through a small vent, I felt the poison fumes
It’s that place that we all go in our deadliest of dreams
That evil place, that evil face that muffles all our screams
Such a face that when it looks at you, the nightmare’s bound to end
Because the brain can’t seem to find another way to fend

I feel the world through a chaos-coated window
I feel the world through a chaos-coated window
I feel the world through a chaos-coated window
There have been a hundred places where these words have been said
There have been a hundred places where these words have been said

Like the heroes gone before me, I longed to be a man
Running through my mother’s garden with my toy sword in hand
But then the clouds were lifted, I saw how the game was played
The things that my own people did, my soul just felt betrayed
The knights, I realized, really rode in Satan’s cavalry
I closed all but one window, ‘cause I didn’t want to see
One day I’ll rebaptize my mind as before I’d heard those lies
And all the world will then salute my dark serious eyes

I smell the world through a chaos-scented window
I smell the world through a chaos-scented window
I smell the world through a chaos-scented window
There have been a thousand places where these deeds have been done
There have been a thousand places where these deeds have been done

An old picture on the wall bears the man I would become
And I wonder where I’m going now and where I’m coming from
I can’t decide if all the errs were for wrong or for right
The things that made the fog rise while I tried to find the light
When the baiters requested a bull what they found was a lamb
And the lamb was blacker than the night, and all said he was damned
I’d like to rewind time to fight that man in battle now
I’d like to see how long he’d last, and if he’d teach me how

I hear the world through a chaos-echoed window
I hear the world through a chaos-echoed window
I hear the world through a chaos-echoed window
There have been a million places where this pain has been felt
There have been a million places where this pain has been felt

This is the minute, the face said, you know this is the hour
My body shook beyond control, my brain was melted sour
There’ll be room for you anytime; you choose the dice you roll
It can spare you if It’s feeling nice, or It can eat your soul
It watched me every single day, not doing what I should
Please not now, I begged the face, I promise I’ll be good
The face just laughed a laugh so cruel, and whispered “count to ten”
It knew those words had all been said again, again, again

I see the world through a chaos-tainted window
I see the world through a chaos-tainted window
I see the world through a chaos-tainted window
There have been a billion places where these dreams have been dreamt
There have been a billion places where these dreams have been dreamt
 

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