Vigilantes Of Love - Sitting lyrics

Sitting under my blue sky of deception The colors run every time it rains Wrought Brought forth Fashioned from inception My own hands, and I take all the blame As the light goes out Darkness with her bated breath Waits out on periphery of the campfire Decadence and violence We do best Burned out Face-down in the gutter Lowest point I could find to ground zero Roll back Alibis and skies are crushing Do we paint with much too black a brush? Rock and roll What is it anymore? Youth profound or profane to endure pa**ion in the back seat or at the foot of the cross Going, going, gone And finally lost