Winters like a plague
i fill the emptiness inside
with broken glass
johnny's got his gun
and mamma's still cleaning up
the blood he's laying in
it's the long goodbye
All thoughts become a mirror
like anguish mimicking me
when it's cold here, mother
i can see my breath on the window
and i wonder what you thought of me
don't you turn around
and leave me alone
everyone's standing here
but i'm on my own
don't you turn around
and leave me alone
with my curse casted in chrome
it's the long goodbye
Trust like a bandage
ninds your head
to the guillotine and i know
there's an empty space in your bed
where we used to sleep
afraid of waking up dead
rest your weary head
tomorrow we'll bury
fallen gods in holy ground
fifteen hours left
'til the redeemer claims
his tax in human souls