been like this for days. Melee up above ~ hell in the heavens. We knew it would come to this ~ a killing sun, a polar ice cap flood, A boiling ocean taking
Well beneath the high rise neon death of the future We speak between the screams of sky scrapers and streetlights The peace of page and statue The plague
Burn the wicked tongues of men for they have failed us. This shallow grave is a renaissance left in betrayal with vanity its casket and pride the nails
[Lyrics written by Olga Benario - a German Revolutionist. These lines were taken from a letter she wrote to her husband and daughter while detained in
go We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end You get burned like youre smoking a cigarette from the lit end Youre acting so feminine
