Divided we stand Knucklescraping pain Unlocked and insecure To be all open wounds Down there I see you No no, further Feebly twinkling Stellar filth Redeemers wacked up like suicide I'm out of my cage No time for scars now (I'm being fed) Brigades of contempt Maximus Lord of Lies Curling up For (the) ironic residue Feebly twinkling Stellar filth How many hasn't cursed the wall How many hasn't cursed the wall?