The dust settles on lonely roads where iron aches to etch young names on tombstones 
Where the hourglass [bad word] low where each breath might be your last 
world of [bad word] awaits us just below the grave 
Vultures forever circle wide above us  [bad word] and go as the cemetery grows 
And though they may be heartless, they're the only ones I know 

world of [bad word] awaits us just below the grave 
Vultures forever circle wide above us 
My dear, it's not death that I fear it's that the judges might forget my name when I'm gone 
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line 

My dear, it's not death that I fear it's that the judges might forget my name when I'm gone 
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line 
 [bad word] and go as the cemetery grows 
And though they may be heartless, they're the only ones I know 

world of [bad word] awaits us just below the grave 
The rising sun decides who will be left alive we'll be the ones who walk the line 

world of [bad word] awaits us just below... 
Vultures forever circle wide...