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we dismiss the back roads

to ride these streets unafraid

resigned to scraping paint

from our bones, unashamed



no more the eye upon you

no more the simple man



desolation - yes

hesitation - no

as you might have guessed

all is never shown

desolation - yes

hesitation - no



and in my prayers, i dream alone

in silent speech to deaf ear

if you want love

you must be loved

but if you bleed love

you will die loved



no more the lie upon you

cast in stone and autumn shade



desolation - yes

hesitation - no

as you might have sensed

we won't make it home

desolation - yes

hesitation - no



before the rites of spring

come to mean all things

a little taste

of what may come

a mere glimpse of what is gone

cause' for the moment we are free

we seek to bind our release

too young to die

too rich to care

too fucked to swear that i was there



desolation - yes

hesitation - no

as you might have guessed

we won't make it home

desolation - yes

hesitation - no