INTRO VERSE 1 Cold Brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued, Alone at last No thoughts, no mind, to rot behind A trail of disasters A final curse, abandoned hearse We ride disowned, corroded to the bone VERSE 2 The fields of green are bent, obscene, I lay upon the gravel A worm of hope, a hangman's rope Pulls me one way or the other A final curse, abandoned hearse We ride disowned, corroded to the bone SOLO VERSE 3 A bird of song is heard no longer, In the evacuated heavens The drain is drawn, and drained, and gone And all in all, it doesn't matter A final curse, abandoned hearse We ride disowned, corroded to the bone OUTRO