Though street lights may burn like fire
The apes haven’t earned their glory!
Cause all I see today
Is a waste, a waste, a waste!

We are no more
Than self-righteous dirt
Who refuse to awe at truth
Cause we prefer the illusion

Infighting (x2)

The children of the dust of stars
We grow closer to the bust of gods
With a greater might we’ve yet to know
But the faith in sin betrays us all

Infighting (x2)

We’ll explode away our earth
And sacrifice our youth
To elevate a man to god
And shed ourselves our blood

Infighting (x2)

Infighting (Demo)

Our inspiration: irony and angst, compassion and hate. We are the introverts who bare our souls to the world. The extroverts who's only human connections are over the Internet. We're the bards who scorn the court jester for selling out. We're the patriots who've been accused of treason, the all-singing all-dancing salt of the earth. Our art is what makes life worth living while we contemplate suicide. Our humors are dark, our hearts are light. The pedantic, sardonic, melodramatic ones. The cold, the ugly, the angry ones. That's why we're the beautiful ones. We're two apes, the forty-six missing, nerves exposed to the wind.

Forty-Six Missing