I thought it curious you said i came to die   Told me i'd seen hell, abyss behind their eyes   We walked the streets, gangs of undead   We know their secret but don't mention the curse      Steam of the night, warming the stones enticing   I see one; You show me them all   A backseat orgy of decay   People who have seen it all, my intentions laid bare against a wall      You gave me my things, I didn't stand on ceremony   But I came back in, you were holding the phone and crying   You said you'd seen the future, full of promise and belief   Your tears stopped dead, you said cold, you don't ever want to leave