The scars, chiseled like blank expressions Run deep, memories for the dark to keep Swept away, the truth for many, and lies for some Unsaid, memories of the living dead It doesn't take that long a look behind to see the wreckage of antique life
It doesn't take that long a look to see that far behind Morality's been bankrupt for far too long a time One hand washes the other, but they never quite come clean The dirt last for generations, and it's so easily seen