Forgotten throes of anothers life
  The heart of love is their only light
  Faithless greeds, consolidating
  Holding down sweet charity
  With western eyes and serpents breath
  We lay our own conscience to rest
    But I'm 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 serpents breath
  They lay their own conscience to rest
  But then they lie and then they dare to be
  Hidden heros 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!)