Racing toward the fever
Salted stains in the shape of continents
Sitting shotgun in his walk
The wish is father to the thought
He says tonight
Will be the very last time
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
Pacing every seizure
Digging spurs into his chest
He whips himself into the keys
"I am the new born philistine!"
Because the choice of his disease
Is your demise
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help me
The zero hour delegates his suicide
The whitest flag he loves to wave
And like a newborn finds a yawn
To cash the treasure he has lost
He thinks tonight's going to be
The very last time
To get the hell out of here
He's the prince of far gone
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help him
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow this is all his fault
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
Call broken arrow this is all his fault
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
And he's always stealing flowers
From my stone, stone, stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe