Your will against my vision
Your world against my worlds
Your war ain't my decision
Your port against my pearls

Your sense against my madness
Your void against my screams
Your bitch against my gladness
Your fakes against my dreams

Your lies are your perceptions
Your reins against my rights
Your fear is your religion
Your race against my pride

Your end is my beginning
Your dance has all gone wrong
Your blaze against my music
Your blare against this song

Your wish against my vision
Your world against my worlds
Your war ain't my decision
Your port against my pearls


Go tell the carebears, passerby,
That here, by GTrachta's arms, you die.