All this tenderness has come to nothing  All that we require is being rearranged  I've no wish to look to the future  For my exspectations will no doubt be changed    Just rolloing along on the rest of the waves  My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed  Poisoned pens in invisible paper  Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists    What is the chance of us living  Some of our simplest dreams  Are all the structures we build here  Really as frail as they seem    The dying are the lovers of this modern world  The power and the glory survives  With radio active bargaining  And the valueness of our lives    My turn to crumble  My turn to fall  From so very humble  To nothing al all.        This is where silence runs its course  And sadness wipes its eyes upon us  We fall from a structure build on troubled minds  My world becomes iron and grows an cold as Winter    Soldiers in uniforms of nudity march over open hearts  Sweetly and sickly scented by roses  And your world id crushing you like those flowers  By scripts written into your skinwith the in of thorns    Ashen faces sink into silence  All lonesome trends brush shoulders  All of last nights degredation  Builds foundations on us both.