Stick with us, throw your morals out the door.
You aren't in the land of the river or the lake no more.
Makeshift schemes. We've got plenty here for you.
Lock away your dreams and throw away the key.You've been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity.
With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history, your luck's running thin.Crimson hands brandish wounds which masquerade, and if you flee from grace your souls can not be saved.
Big steam ships; exits illustrate the flaw.
Don't be ashamed of your amore faux pas, and when the bombs go off you'll know right where you are.You've been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity.
With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history, your luck's running thin.
You've been stuck in the middle of patience and animosity.
With a lust for solidity, and a cryptic history, your luck's running thin.
