Forgotten throes at anothers lie, The heart of love is their only light, Faithless greeds consolidating, Holding down sweet charity, With western eyes and serpent´s breath, We lay our own conscience to rest. But I´ll 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 serpent´s breath They lay their own conscience to rest. But then they lie and then they dare to be, Hidden heroes 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.