Lovers and legions i've seen your whore try not to reason forsaken i'm poor
   fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare a ginger reaction whisper care
   a hairpin decision falls against the brain
   to formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain
   the silence is warning soul search nothing can't regain reach for air
   scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
   the foremost and sterile suffering one lost to
   face the potential for fantasy and flair forever and forgiving summon
   me and dare they keep on the mainstream forging their demise while
   playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies
   the symptoms of recourse i've seen nothing
   overspill far too frail.