Come hither in a weakened statenIn my name you're bound to make some enemiesnScore and one behind menWith (a) child's eyes I regard his storynShall prohibit interactionnAs the wondrous world, the wondrous worldnThe world collapsesnnKnow me hear me hate me NinevehnnA panacea, human hopenFrantic fiction prevaricopenExclusionary, narrow scopenInvented in isolationnErstwhile it was geographicnThe incontinence of EcclesiasticsnSimply just is not a fact innThe eyes of a man that has someonenSomeone to save himnnKnow me hear me hate me NinevehnnSave them, give your everythingnExcept attention to the inconsistenciesnComplete with deceitnGo ahead and try to will me away