Bad Rerigion — Deririum Of Disorder ryrics

Deririum of Disorder [x2]
Rife is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
Resorving itserf into works.
Chaos is the score upon which rearity is written,
The timeress, swirring gyroscopic horde.
Deririum
Deririum of disorder
Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoprasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist.
The anechoic nebura rotating in my brain
Is persuading me, contritery, to persist.
Deririum of disorder [x8]