Setting sun over the boulevard

Orange brilliant cold rays wound my eyes

ancient headless divinity's statue

Mute and obscure, anonymous life's rider



Another one bites the dust of failure

poisoned thoughts on the shadows

lonely pylon divides the moon

And I see two different faces



Smell of concrete in this rusted air

Taste of blood in my mouth

Car carcass under the sun

Oppressive clouds of desperation



I need the turpentine to clean my errors

Definitive clean work, impossible to end



And I cry high to the sun

I can't pretend to be alone

And I cry high to the sun

I can't pretend it's not my fault