Take off the gloves,

We fell in love by the side of the road

This desert will break you down

...The veins you cut

your smoking tongue is the end of us all

but you only care about

fame and fortune

watching others tortured

casting your reflection

grocery store perfection

this is the last time

sent to the front line

with dirty boots on the ground

you said i’ll make this all mine

you seemed so sweet at the start but the start’s all wrong

you say you speak from your heart but your heart’s all gone

blackjack and architect

let’s drink ourselves to death

the crimes of everyone

passed down from father to son

hopeless and destitute

destroyed my gratitude

your strongest lines of defense

are all just self-inflicted wounds