The Discord Static

From the rocket
So, from murder to disorder, you're chaos in the room, we're luminous children
So disgusting, we have only a stout, oh, grandiose

Those two are giving birth to non-existent gods
What spirituality returns to your boy?
When they got your all right
With a mist of fashion in their noses
Now who are you to be seen in this storm?
Overwhelming trouble!

Let's go they're all giving birth, to non-existence
With spirituality, with dust to avoid, death to feed this way, formalize life
That's what we've always done, with the X-Men

We lost it all
We lost it all
Let's call it all
To survive the onslaught
We're lost it all

In the chaos
This is the place
To survive the onslaught
You're too dangerous, mister
We're lost here
In the chaos
So help me!