Versuri

  
Forgotten throes of anothers life 
The heart of love is their only light 
Faithless greeds, consolidating 
Holding down sweet charity 
With western eyes and serpents breath 
We lay our own conscience to rest 
 
But I'm aching at the view 
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you 
 
They have values of a certain taste 
The innocent they can hardly wait 
To crucify, invalidating 
Turning to dishonesty 
With western eyes and serpents breath 
They lay their own conscience to rest 
But then they lie and then they dare to be 
Hidden heros candidly 
 
So I'm aching at the view 
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you 
 
(I feel so cold on hookers and gin...this mess we're in!)