Here comes the hopeless general, he's just been roaming around.
Little hands are hanging on to his throat, but he's just smiling down
And he's looking for a reason to be happy with the world he knows,
And he's holding onto the one thing that he knows won't leave him alone.
Here comes the old sadistic queen, she's just lazing around.
Her ears are ringing from this noise that's emanating from the ground,
And she's looking for a safe place to lay down and die,
Cause she wonders how you could love her, and now shes crying but you don't know why..
Every little thing you've loved will grow old,
And the blood will spill from your hands, leaving them cold.
And we'll tear the muscle from our bones, just to lay them down with those of the old guard
And those faces will fade away into the dark of a new night.
Now come on lets sit on our hands and wait for another day to pass by,
Then let's drag our dreams down to the edge of the sea where we will let them die.