Blind me with distractionnBuild a frontier across the voidnAll tomorrow been destroyed, in a breathnnI moved out to the countrynAnd I saw the scenery shakenAs a summer parade meets it’s deathnAnd God’s assassins rode back into townnAnd paved their way upon the cold groundnnRoses help me to pretendnBlushing brides and cosmonautsnDon’t meet their bitter endnnGive me grace oh MothernI have rumbled quite a feastnTraced the footsteps of a Priest in the snownnBut in my mind’s picture of every face I’ve ever lovednTravel lightly suck their blood before they gonnAnd God’s assassins rode back into townnAnd paved their way upon the cold groundnnRoses help me to pretendnBlushing brides and cosmonautsnDon’t meet their bitter endnnRoses, roses, cannot do this any more n