Disarray - Preoccupations

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Through the tangle

Split the braids

Scramble through

In the mangled masquerade interlude

Holding you up to the test of time

It’s easy to see why everything you’ve ever been told is a lie

Removed from empty rooms

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Circumstances of the weakest magnitude

Through traumatic trepidation in pursuit

Holding you up to the test of time

It’s easy to see why everything you’ve ever been told is a lie

Removed from empty rooms

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray

Disarray, disarray, disarray