""We're bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer Flags dead at the top of their poles The lights didn't come back on They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I'll wake you They all looked for him Twisted hands to the sky Their minds dead to life Our own destroyer Two naked bodies in a twisted embrace Hand over fist they stare at each other 'Til they blinked no more We burned all we could Nothing left to safe The wasteland a daydream Your hand the last warmth in the ash The last specters of love As we fall We're bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer""