A man lays broken   Torn by the crows and the kings of the streets on every lonely corner   Pecking the shoulders, of the barely breathing   A passer-by stops and stares   Burning their already frozen flesh like the stare from the last dog that licked their fingers   Eyes glaze      Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair   Searching for heaven through the shallow depths of despair   We're lost   We're lost   Lost      Father I've failed you   Oh, mother I trusted you   In seventeen hours there will be no more flowers left for us   No trees to talk to   No soil to hide my secrets   They'll come dragging their swords by their feet till they blister and burn   I'll pull out the strands of my hair   And weave them in to ropes   To climb away from this darkness      Where is heaven!? [x12]