A safe-house room that reeks of lies A window-framed indifferent sky Dead letter box is stuffed with dreams See the dust they left behind Watch until the light is gone A candle left to burn too long While behind the broken door they sound the battle call
Dripping blood from self-inflicted wounds They twist the facts to match the same old tune
Board up the door One more defection in an obsolete war Take a long last look before you leave Behind the barricades they're in a state of siege They give the rally cry while their enemies and allies drift away
