We´re bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer Flags dead at the top of their poles The lights didn´t come back on They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I´ll wake you They all looked for him Twisted hands to the sky Their minds dead to life Our own destroyer Two naked bodies in a twisted embrace Hand over fist they stare at each other ´Til they blinked no more We burned all we could Nothing left to safe The wasteland a daydream Your hand the last warmth in the ash The last specters of love As we fall We´re bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer