At factions of it's former glory
 glittering soul of cold decay, i know
  dulls the edge keeps us afloat
 above these days of neon grey, i know
  go away

 trembling smoke and patient mirrors
 remnants ofthe couvert feasts
 our rittuals of self deletion
 erode the men and leave the beats

 miles below the coronaries
 of this city we could lie
 wide awake and atrophying
 humming tuneless lullabies

 At factions of it's former glory
 glittering soul of cold decay, i know
 dulls the edge keeps us afloat
 above these days of neon grey, i know
  go away

 master, haste, the night is fleeting,  and the pawns have left the dance
 static broken by the ramblings
 of the shepherds and the lambs

 purpose and determination
 in gods of a blinded man
 mere shackles we long cast aside
 a phantom weight though, now and then

 At factions of it's former glory
 glittering soul of cold decay, i know
 dulls the edge keeps us afloat
 above these days of neon grey, i know
  go away

 with the gates you welded shut
 and the saints you scared away
 go away