Cold Brains, Unmoved, Untouched, Unglued Alone at last nothoughts, no mind to rot behind a trail of disasters a finalthe curse abandoned hearse we ride disowned corroded to the bone
the fields of green are bent, obscene i lay upon the gravel a worm of hope a hangman's rope pulls me one way or the other
a final curse abandoned hearse we write this song corrodedto the bone
a bird of song is heard no longer in the evacuatedheavens the drain is drawn and drained and gone and on and on, itdoesn't matter
a final the curse abandoned hearst we rock thesalt corroded to the bone