Из альбома: The History of Saints
An awkward angel has wept
Watching me
Walk the world so bitterly
A waste of breath
An effortless
A tasteless one at that
And I sunk deep
Until the mattress made a coffin for me
Wake me up
Made a coffin for me
I don't want to see you cry
Don't care to ever see you cry
This life is still yours tonight
This is our only chance
Please don't keep wasting your time
And I will walk to the next
9-5 with the stride of royalty
Nothing is beneath me
What may rot and breed
This
The endless drones of days to come