Text: Perception Of I. Other. Deadline (20 Years Late).

I'll settle for this - my ignorant bliss
I'm becoming more satisfied we're stuck in this mess
But it's ok I know you're always there
Don't hate yourself for knowing less, you can't fail an imaginary test
Just give the abortion now, 20 years late
And I will show you who you are, I will show you what you really are inside
Burning inside out - the twisted thoughts of sin
Do you hate what you've become, don't you just wish you couldn't give in?
Like the innocent victim, like the saint, like the blood stains on the sheet
Just give the abortion now, 20 years late
I will show you who you are, I will show you what you really are inside
I will show you who you are...

The deadline's moving backwards
Soon they'll be alive
To help with this over-crowding
And the recklessness inside
The deadline's moving backwards
To help those born to die
I want to live to see this abortion
Become assisted suicide

Ruthlessness, it's just a test of whether your ultimatum fits with the rest
For a superficial God that you say is 'always there'
So pour the blood - it's wine anyway, look at me am I running away?
It's a sacrificial lamb for you, 20 years late
I will show you who you are, I will show you what you really are inside
I will show you who you are...

The deadline's moving backwards
Soon they'll be alive
To help with this over-crowding
And the recklessness inside
The deadline's moving backwards
To help those born to die
I want to live to see this abortion
Become assisted suicide

I will show you what you are