The future five align. Empty promises find us all the time.
Would you put it all on the line for the lost and frozen years?
Leave us the ba*tard sons. Leave us the broken ones-
To fend for ourselves, one by one.
An epitaph not worth looking back.
Another sunset falls on red on black.
We hit a wall of dotted lines.
An epitaph not worth looking back.
Post cards of dust on bones. If the bad news doesn't beat us home.
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses faded.
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses...