Fields of Locust - Momentary Lapse Тексты

I break and run - worn out, undone
A wreckage of a man - what 's done is done
I 'm holding a gun - this is me
And I 'm here because of you

Your urban illusions
Your vengeful confusions
You violent intrusions
This is you

Your laws and instructions
Your foulest attractions
Your moral subtractions
This is you