Dead Sons

There you go so now here we are
Back in the same old place
Packed full of freaks and poisoned scars
And then i see your face
Blood stained words and some half hearted prayers
Clinging onto the hope
Will leave you still confused and still so unaware
But blindly there you go

The quest for the fire
Let's go assist the charade
The quest for the fire
Casually fanning the flame
The quest for the fire
Forget the mistakes that we've made
The quest for the fire
Let's go assist the charade

There you go and so now here we are
Still waiting for the change
Hung by our feet in the abattoir
And then i here your name
Sleeping late into the afternoon
The rain beating at your door
That's the not the rain that's the truth
And you can't hide anymore

The quest for the fire
Let's go assist the charade
The quest for the fire
Casually fanning the flame
The quest for the fire
Forget the mistakes that we've made
The quest for the fire
Let's go assist the charade