Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors   "Why can't you miss me?"   Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken   What does this mean in love or in peace?   With you lying next to me   So faithless serene   And she calls to him     Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you   Far out beneath the sorrow clouds   Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you   Let them cry out through your rusted scars     Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting   With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man   Still scorned by his demon     Because he's undone   Become the language of   Disaster and love, vengeance and dust   And she calls to him     Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you   Far out beneath the sorrow clouds   Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you   Let them cry out through your rusted scars     Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes   Of hurt and teardrop   As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds   Together again, her inside him   And she calls to him     Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you   Far out beneath the sorrow clouds   Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you   Let them cry out through your rusted scars