[chorus / Neil:]
And so in conclusion let's have no more illusions
Or stubborn refusals to acknowledge abuses
All things must pass, all passions and hate
Seems it's just our fate to learn our lessons too late
So give and take as you find, we have our faults and it's fine
Tell the truth, shame the devil and keep an eye out for the fault lines
There's beauty and pain in this life
Let it wash over ya but don't let melancholia bury ya

[Budd:]
I spent almost my whole life with the feeling something was holding me back
From following a chosen path I use to get low and crash I didn’t know to ask
Being diagnosed changed all that So I never noticed facts
everyone trying to wake and I was trying to sleep
To tired to hear what my body was telling me uninterested in listening
Untested Distancing further symptoms signalling gestures dwindling
Whispering triggering thoughts woken brain cells glistening
Lost in My debilitating condition My mind released from its prison
Set free to a future hard to envision
A mystery From an obliterated history
Now I’m much more calculated Stimulated and elevated
with a need to be educated
My thoughts are more formulated and uncomplicated

[chorus / Neil:]
And so in conclusion let's have no more illusions
Or stubborn refusals to acknowledge abuses
All things must pass, all passions and hate
Seems it's just our fate to learn our lessons too late
So give and take as you find, we have our faults and it's fine
Tell the truth, shame the devil and keep an eye out for the fault lines
There's beauty and pain in this life
Let it wash over ya but don't let melancholia bury ya

[Budd:]
The feeling of melancholy
Was really my own therapy
Thinking of my eschatology
I had to balance it carefully
It stunted the man I could never dare to be
I couldn’t love you pet I never knew what life would throw next
Where I would go next I Hated my own self
You hated me before I came out the fog
Treat me like a disobedient dog
But see my thoughts were waterlogged
You should fear the fuck out of me now
cause I now know what I’m capable of
Years of silence drowned by the yearning of a rusty cog
Now my thoughts are wild and clear
It's the Killing of a sacred deer
Now i have to make things right here