and i ve forgotten that we swung the roman night marched us from here to there cutting down on who dared protest when the graves are full old karmas came ashore for business like a jackal trots upon the heels of war under a former guise we were an aztec bride til for my family s nape we were plucked like a lethal grape new york around our neck part of the pyramid steps the priest and his pious art cut out our still beating heart when we we re younger still we marched the happy hills of grand tanzanian greens fed from the cactus cream the clear blue stream to swim where one s on some boyhood when we followed it for three days and met not one soul along the way no the sun poured over me and i answered to nobody now in this new found life all the screams are very bright us from here and back heaven aiming to distract i watched you from outside trying to catch your lonesome eye going way unseen i marched on my own dark dream and oh the disappointment oh ohwoahoh she s a coinflip and i get so tired of faking it and i get so tired not quite making it and i get so tired of faking it and i get so tired not quite making it