A man lays broken Torn by the crows and the kings of the streets on every lonely corner Pecking the shoulders, of the barely breathing A passer-by stops and stares Burning their already frozen flesh like the stare from the last dog that licked their fingers Eyes glaze
Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair We're lost We're lost Lost
Father I've failed you Oh, mother I trusted you In seventeen hours there will be no more flowers left for us No trees to talk to No soil to hide my secrets They'll come dragging their swords by their feet till they blister and burn I'll pull out the strands of my hair And weave them in to ropes To climb away from this darkness