Forgotten throes at anothers lie
The heart of love is their only light
Faithless greeds consolidating
Holding down sweet charity

With western eyes and serpent's breath
We lay our own conscience to rest

But I'm aching at the view
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you

They have values of a certain taste
The innocent they can hardly wait
To crucify invalidating
Turning to dishonesty

With western eyes and serpent's breath
They lay their own conscience to rest

But then they lie and then they dare to be
Hidden heroes candidly

So I'm aching at the view
Yes I'm breaking at the scenes just like you

I feel so cold on hookers and gin
This mess we're in