Lost Illusions - Exploded View

Is nothing left to chance?

Enjoyment of the drought

Is nothing left to risk?

Must everything be bought

From sex to joy to experiment

We no longer enjoy the real

The reality of life

Obsessed with falling death

The illusion

The illusion

The illusion

Murdered

The reality of life

The reality of death

Stop looking absolved

You know the impetus is lost

Sell your clothes and sell your soul

Sell your clothes and sell your soul

Stop, stop, stop looking absolved