Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by

All inhale the downward spiral Just aim and end another But think, as I rape your mother In the most desolate corner A bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow Hey, get in line for tragic Let us dance to the pistol magic Another

You run away Desolate us Known so low Desolate all No love is lost You know we're weightless Under my wing