Forgotten throes at anothers lie

The heart of love is their only light

Faithless greeds consolidating

Holding down sweet charity

With western eyes and serpent's breath

We lay our own conscience to rest

But i'll be 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 serpent's breath

They lay their own conscience to rest

But then they lie and then they dare to be

Hidden heroes 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