Gone are the flames
Gone is the world of mystery
The slaughter made (this slight of hand?)
is gonna stay that way

one man he waits
one mans a dancing to his grave
who do I follow?
who do I blame?

You can't deny it
The ports are old
You can't deny 
a road is worn (they wrote it wrong?)

After the thought
After all the bubble gum
There is no sweetness
Left on my Tongue, Oh.

After the fall
After all the bubble gum
There is no sweetness
Left on my tongue

You can't deny it
The ports are old
You can't deny 
a road is worn

cuz Love is Luck
bc Love is luck
and Love is luck
cus Love is luck
is Love is luck?
his Love is luck.