A new night: waits for you now, in back of your house. 



what's better than being the first? 



And armies of the dead will fade 

in rear view mirrors display 

the city lights will never love you back 

And if the firmament above 

should crash his weight upon the earth 

well, we wont go without a fight 



what's better than being the first? 



A new love: Catastrophe set courting the end 

A new king; you get the rope, i'll write the note