Lovers and legions Oh I've seen your whore Try not to reason Forsaken I'm poor
Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare A ginger reaction whisper care A hairpin decision falls against the brain To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain The silence is warning Soul search nothing Can't regain reach for air
Lovers and legions Oh I've seen your whore Try not to reason Forsaken I'm poor
Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to Face the potential for fantasy and flair Forever and forgiving summon Me and dare they Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing Overspill Far too frail
Lovers and legions Oh I've seen your whore Try not to reason Forsaken I'm poor