Letras:
The Veils The Runaway Found

The imperial disaster's in a furious decline they've been burning down the ghettos burning down the ghettos crossing all of the lines And everyone gets

Berenice My hands my feet are worn As much as yours are And though my head my hands my heart are forming They still feel worlds apart Berenice Beneath

valleys of New Orleans Oh Stanley I?ve heard you laughing your way around here There?s a game that I wish to play, so slow down I found another in Sidneys

Your knives are sharp When you put them in my heart Though the truth, you'd say, Is I like them there that way From this hoodlum skin I can always run

I'm fine from within Just better without This noose around my neck Is counting me out Whenever I run My beautiful sin Is calling outside And it's that