I'm rigid, intense and stubborn As self-centered thoughts occur to me I dwell in them as in ruined streets Where my feet step beneath the lights Images on walls Agitprop in colossal heights I loathe of them, as I shift My sight to escape in you Hatred of purity, existence and war Adoring corruption down to the core Laying down in our field of oaks Past the towers, fences and choirs Gloom is gone, what's left is ours Laying down in our field of oaks Windows, walls and flooded roads The erasure takes you, takes me Betrayal, the past, the thoughts The lie that we are we Hatred of purity, existence and war Adoring corruption down to the core Laying down in our field of oaks Past the towers, fences and choirs Gloom is gone, what's left is ours Laying down in our field of oaks They are they They are they They are they And we are we In our field of oaks They are they They are they They are they And we are we In our field of oaks We are rigid, intense and stubborn As self-centered thoughts occur to us We dwell in them as in ruined streets Where our feet step beneath the lights