Tekster:
Suicide File The Twilight

Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is I've been grasping at a light that seems

There's a burning cross on a hillside. Still bright after all these years. And you want to just smile and ignore it, but I hear your fucking fear.

Fate flickers like a newsreel. It's dancing across the dark wood restaurants, the empty sidewalks, and the hotel lobbies that have started to fade

The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place. It's a living rotting failure from a different age. And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die

It hurts sometimes to think about how far away this is from what you'd hoped for. The way things were supposed to stay. And though you learned a lesson

If what it boils down to is that "you're either for us or against us," I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make. 'Cause hollow patriotic actions