Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts roaming a dying home
Fight leaves us all
White cloths upon the shores of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world, and yet some things were born to
Burn

The name long in your eye
Lays on my cold hard knee
If you bring the matches
I´ll bring the gasoline

I´m the same bad news as you
Your´re the same kind of fucked as me
I´m the same bad news as you
You´re the same
You´re the same as me