Forgotten throes of anothers life

　　The heart of love is their only light

　　Faithless greeds, consolidating

　　Holding down sweet charity

　　With western eyes and serpents 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 serpents breath

　　They lay their own conscience to rest

　　But then they lie and then they dare to be

　　Hidden heros 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!)

　　(this mess we're in!)