When the fires did surround me you were by my side
With your holy water hands and sparkling eyes
We are not a prize at all
We are just the end
I was on the porch and you were hiding in the dark
With the floorboards creaking and the house falling apart
I evolve tonite.
When the iron city rusts and crumbles in the sea
Tiny dots and dying leaves will hover over me
To the other shore and back, sure i've found the end
Bitches on their broken chains of rusty party lines
Sew the halos on their heads and riot in their minds
So count the bumps on your head where the palms are read
I believe it when you say there is no way.