Breeding heathens in my darkest hearts, I hear you there

Scorned a devil laying deep, with my scrimaged soul to bare

And found myself apart from you

The love you'll never know was there

A sidestep from the heroism who stumbled into fate my dear

Quiet little tapping of the man whose laid to waste

Tied with all the anger that there is no controlling me, mate

Australian under the southern cross

Identity here is all but lost.

I trusted I could love again but bitter I've become

so filled with ******* lust for life

Yet sleeping between the busted pipes

Meowing of the tabby scratching up the chesterfield

against the glossy white shadow of the moonlight

Oh how I have become such a fan of silence in the russian snow

Breathing in chernobyl's chilly glow and winter air,

I feel my breath against the planets southern hemisphere.

I just want an escape from here.

I just want to escape.

From.

Here.