Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
"Why can't you miss me?"
Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is

shaken
What does this mean in love or in peace?
With you lying next to me

So faithless serene
And she calls to him


Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you

Let them cry out through your rusted scars

Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting

With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
Still scorned by his demon


Because he's undone
Become the language of
Disaster and love, vengeance and dust

And she calls to him

Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you

Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars


Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
Of hurt and teardrop

As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds
Together again, her inside him
And she calls to him


Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds

Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars