Another Day Built From Decay A Famined Slumber Gone Is The Summer
Froned Upon Are The Weak And The Worn For They Reek Of Sick And Sorrow
They Outrun The Spectre Of Hardship Into Scarred Open Arms Thrown Back To The Mire
Each Backward Step Is Theirs To Own (Own) Every Heartache In A Misshapen Being(Being) Each Hungry Mouth An Open Well(Wellness) Running Dry, Theres Never Enough To Go Around(Around)
They Are Human Heards Of Patience They Slouch And Shift Their Weight They Remain In The Cracks They Remain In The Fray
Frowned Up Are The Weak And Worn For They Reek Of Sick And Sorrow
From The Creeping Dawn To The Dying Dusk They Dance A Calous Step Forage For Diamonds Among The Turf
Live For What Is Left Trails Of Smoke Yellow Eyes
Live For What Is Left Trails Of Smoke Yellow Eyes There's Never Enough Of Anything To Go Around
