Over sterile sands and fields
Through deserted towns
On wet roads
Over lands and borders
Under autumn skies
Fresh blood on my hands and arms
And you struck blind
I'm too lame to go for the throat
My strength lies in all that remains behind
But the devastation here is all in the mind
When our brightest colors have faded
None of this shall count
And when convulsions come to rest
I lean back onto all that remains behind
But the devastation here is all in the mind