Minus - Bad Astronaut

Here is the world they’ll try to sell you

Here is the ache barbiturate

They’ll have your eyes and they will hang your view

So high

Minus the world we’d find forgiveness

Minus the world she’d find herself

Minus the walls, she wouldn’t hang her view

So low

White of their eyes

Shadow and plague

Those creatures we portray

Born into this

Unbearable mess

This bankruptcy they and I have left

Paradox, conundrum, irony

Minus need you are going cold

Minus belief we are growing old

Minus our fears she is outspoken

Minus our hands she is clean

Budding filth, we destroy purity once conceived

Sorrow and shame

Tangled and maimed

Indebted endlessly

Heir to the day

Of depravity

She’ll have to make believe tranquility

Minus the world we leave