we dismiss

the backroads

and ride these streets

unafraid

resort to

scraping paint

from our bones

unashamed



no more the eye upon you

no more the simple man



desolation yes

hesitation no

desolation yes

hesitation no

as you might have guessed

all is never shown

desolation yes

hesitation no



and in my prayers

i dream alone

a silent speach

to deaf ear

if you want love

you must be love

but if bleed love

you will die loved



no more the lie upon you

cast in stone the autumn shade



desolation yes

hesitation no

desolation yes

hesitation no

as you might have sensed

we won't make it home

desolation yes

hesitation no



before the rites of spring

a mere glimpse of what has gone



cause for the moment we are free

we seek to bind our release

too young to die, too rich to care

too fucked to swear that i was there



desolation yes

hesitation no

desolation yes

hesitation no

as you might have guessed

we won't make it home

desolation yes

hesitation no