And not for no reason do they call this a wasteland
The century sighs, but there's life in the margin
The casual stance emphasizes reluctance
Ritual needs like a cosy conclusion
Destiny screams, till it turns to a whimper
You see it on screen, but there's a flaw in the picture
Maybe there's space for the smallest suggestion
The devil in me made a pact with naivety
I keep you close with a memory
The devil in me keeps a record of his misery
I keep you close with a memory













