Broken battalions line themselves up
Break neck speed for histories
A broken bottle blood red
More then you've ever said

Truth tears itself all apart
Limb from limb from limb
Heads roll through the soul
Eyes glaring all in red

A repeat offender of ***
A reminder of the best
Things to come aren't always
What they thought they'd be

Enough of the jogging memories
With the hippity hoppity *******
These times are moving quick
How many sticks to beat?

Long trailing roads that blast
At last prance and dance
A mediocre trial by fire
Lost letters of money's desire