The Quiet Dark

All the best love songs
Are wasted on
The cocks and cunts
That are just too dumb to know it
And the only words spoke true
Are whispered to
The quiet dark
And all scattered to the moment
With no one around to own it

We are at war, ain't we?
And refugees ain't
Quick to trust
Because it's a shakedown and we know it
Doomed a debtor
For forever over
Lies and lust
And you can bet that we're the ones what owe it
They draw a line with my name below it
That's why the name they use hurt, don't it?

All our troubadours
Their frets are worn
And voices sore
We were just too dumb to know it
And now the quiet dark
Is all that's left
And all we are
Scattered to the moment
But before you tell me what a name is only
It is what I am
And so I went to war and I came back hated
With blood on my hands