III) Ascension - Dawn Heist

We are just a dick delusion of their mind

Tear apart

And dissect the confusion they leave by

Our reception makes us who we are

So rise, we rise

Like a moth through the flame

We become dearranged in our own minds

You are just a dripped delusion of my mind

Show the scars

Of the bath you took to learn how to fly

So rise, we rise

Like a moth through the flame

We become dearranged in our own minds