But We Desecrate At Touch! 
And Touch Defiles 
Afloat On The Evening Tide 
It's Light and It's Sadness 
Growing Fainter and Fainter 
Growing Fainter and Fainter 

This War of Emotion 
The Fate of Our Age 
It Rains Slashed and Sweaty 
To The Brow of Our Death 
Cut Off From Despair 
The [bad word] Deceit 

With Dedication 
With Will 
So Purged of Purity 
Perished in The Night 
Where Every Dream 
With Every Hope 
In Someone Else 
Has Been Betrayed 

The Passion 
The Devotion 
The Knowing 
The Nothing 
The Echoes 
The Names 
The Sadness 
The Blame