Desecrate the grave...
Tip the stone over...
Smite the impotent guardian...
Dig up and rape those crooked bones...
It's sad when love needs love...
Somewhere something is broken...
There isn't a blade of grass...
That hasn't been corrupted...
If blood turned into slabs (when split)...
We'd live on stone islands...
It's sad when love needs love...
Somewhere something is broken...
It's sad that love needs love...
And clandestine runes bespoken...
Hardscrabble roles...
Groundswell is useless...
Incremental...
Wrecked motivation...
It's sad when love needs love...
Somewhere something is broken...
It's sad that love needs love...
And clandestine runes bespoken...
Whilst it's burning alive inside...
Like a portrait somewhere in flames...
Alone we fall in place...
With heads down and arms folded...
It's sad when love needs love...
Somewhere something is broken...