We have been worthless we have been safe in mind belittled by the threat or our own ice age it fades our fingers that cannot grasp the tools that injured, bled or burned us in the past A fall distorts us and where we've been re writing bastards as contendors sight unseen In place of angels - butchers hands too wide to fit through doors of virtue Blame, demand Blame and demand No need of virtue no time for chance great plains of anger worked to death by circumstance ignite your answeres they fought that hard to waste your wonders and endeavours from the start We count for distance from human nerves we count for all the things we take that we don't deserve all contradictions will wake us to stand to fake the end as the beginning Blame and demand