To go back home to play

((but to your dismay))

//this isn’t your day!

((For the happy fun time has begun to fade))

(Watch as we reanimate our corpses you abandoned)

(We’re dismantled
We’re mishandled
But we won’t be skipped and swayed)

Trapped within these walls you left our souls to drip away

The ink decays the walls at bay

But the reckoning today you say 

((Boris has no guts cuz you replaced it with mechanical strain!))

We’ve been tortured
But we move forward

This disorder kills your day-ay-ayyyyyy!

IMMORTALIZED!

You’re the creator!
You traitor!