| Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors | |
| "Why can't you miss me?" | |
| Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken | |
| What does this mean in love or in peace? | |
| With you lying next to me | |
| So faithless serene | |
| And she calls to him | |
| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you | |
| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds | |
| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you | |
| Let them cry out through your rusted scars | |
| Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting | |
| With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man | |
| Still scorned by his demon | |
| Because he's undone | |
| Become the language of | |
| Disaster and love, vengeance and dust | |
| And she calls to him | |
| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you | |
| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds | |
| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you | |
| Let them cry out through your rusted scars | |
| Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes | |
| Of hurt and teardrop | |
| As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds | |
| Together again, her inside him | |
| And she calls to him | |
| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you | |
| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds | |
| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you | |
| Let them cry out through your rusted scars |