Delirium of Disorder [x2]

Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,

Resolving itself into works.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,

The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.

Delirium

Delirium of disorder

Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea

Without direction or a reason to exist.

The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain

Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.

Delirium of disorder [x8]