Abandoned and broke
The elect and the mute
And will slip away, the billions.
Like thieves trough windows
It leaves their branches white
All breath, be breathless.

To quite this mortal frame, We're not safe.

Even lovers are asleep
Both deceived and deveiver are His

This is victory, from all this years
Bowing in a front of a queens.

To quite this mortal frame, We're not safe.

Have a gun, will travel.

Safe.