New Faces Paroles

well maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw

a crime head down just keep walking zone

out pay no mind no one saw it didn't

happen now we just fade from sight and

the echoes of our ghosts exit out our eyes

our ashes blast to fuck as human history

dies wretches swing from hoists convicts

shackled on a grange we scavenge in the

deer park scrape away the mange and

maybe it's just tricks but I think I saw a
of our ghosts exit out our eyes our ashes

blast to fuck as human history dies and

there's silence in the trees but for the

circling flies I slay the slave in me as

human history dies