My past is littered with the bones of men

Who were fools enough to sleep on me

A missionary in a sea of mercenaries, who knows what the past will bring?



My favorite transgressions

Lost track of the light

My favorite transgressions

Lost track of the light



From the edge of a life in the present tense

I need something that resembles a defense



My past is littered with the bones of men

Who were fools enough to sleep on me

No reprieve, no redemption

No reprieve, no redemption



No reprieve, no redemption

No reprieve, no redemption



Hideous words for hideous things

How dare you, how embarrassing

When I wanna get cut in the middle of the night, well, I know how to clip the wings



Hideous words for hideous things

How dare you, how embarrassing

When I wanna get cut in the middle of the night, well, I know how to clip the wings