[Verse 1: Mike Hranica]
Bring it to your lips and experience
The sulfur infect everything that we've created
Don't twist this around
Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong
Tendons are torn and screams are released
Into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster & Mike Hranica]
We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note)
We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note)

[Bridge: Mike Hranica]
With this I declare that tomorrow is an illusion

[Verse 2: Mike Hranica]
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes
Fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?
Foolishness

[Chorus: Jeremy DePoyster & Mike Hranica]
We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note)
We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note)

[Outro: Mike Hranica]
Prove me wrong
Prove me wrong
Prove me wrong