Lovers and legions 
Oh I've seen your [bad word] 
Try not to reason 
Forsaken I'm poor

Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare 
ginger reaction whisper care
hairpin decision falls against the brain
To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain
The silence is warning 
Soul search nothing 
Can't regain reach for air

Lovers and legions 
Oh I've seen your [bad word] 
Try not to reason 
Forsaken I'm poor

Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to
Face the potential for fantasy and flair 
Forever and forgiving summon
Me and dare they 
Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while
Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies
The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing
Overspill 
Far too frail

Lovers and legions 
Oh I've seen your [bad word] 
Try not to reason 
Forsaken I'm poor