Delirium of Disorder [x2]
  Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
  Resolving itself into works.
  Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,
  The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.
  Delirium
  Delirium of disorder
  Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
  Without direction or a reason to exist.
  The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
  Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.
  Delirium of disorder [x8]