Disenchanting the romantic This is the real, this is the shame These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity Coarse twine tears clean And I have thought about this very instance for all time Decades longer than you or I Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving it's caring for me And I have thought about these moments for all time Dangling from a silver lining These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city