A man lays brokennTorn by the crows and the kings of the streets on every lonely cornernPecking the shoulders, of the barely breathingnA passer-by stops and staresnBurning their already frozen flesh like the stare from the last dog that licked their fingersnEyes glazennSearching for heaven through the shallow depths of despairnSearching for heaven through the shallow depths of despairnWe're lostnWe're lostnLostnnFather I've failed younOh, mother I trusted younIn seventeen hours there will be no more flowers left for usnNo trees to talk tonNo soil to hide my secretsnThey'll come dragging their swords by their feet till they blister and burnnI'll pull out the strands of my hairnAnd weave them in to ropesnTo climb away from this darknessnnWhere is heaven!? [x12]