Hell, Part 1-3

So fragmented and obscure

It's your fancy, but I'm bored

Never knew just what it's for

It's just stuff, man, nothing more

But hey, if you think it's magic

don't mind me

I love the colours that you fly

But your anthem is a lie

your well's too shallow and too dry

It's too fragile, it will die

But hey, if you think it's magic

Don't mind me

Power always will corrupt

It's a given, but I won't give up

Squeezed and stifled, it will erupt

And then my darlings, you are fucked

But hey if you think it's magic

Don't let me change your mind

Don't let me make you worry

Keep going you're doing fine