Julian Fane New Faces
If hearts are calmed by faith mine is
beating itself to death and if trust is earned
in time my lungs are running out of breath
well maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw
a crime head down just keep walking zone
out pay no mind no one saw it didn't
happen now we just fade from sight and
the echoes of our ghosts exit out our eyes
our ashes blast to f..ck as human history
dies wretches swing from hoists convicts
shackled on a grange we scavenge in the
deer park scrape away the mange and
maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw a
crime and eyes wide I keep watching
don't help they'll be fine and the echoes
of our ghosts exit out our eyes our ashes
blast to f..ck as human history dies and
there's silence in the trees but for the
circling flies I slay the slave in me as
human history dies
