Dark Waters.

There 's a river going down my street
Following a path where belong boys like me
Along a dark and dusty gutter lies our beat
And all the lightings gone are meant for us to be

Gone our Love, and swept the kindness of your time
When we trade our souls for nothing but a single dime
Heads of girls and tails of rimes, we sweat our own money
As we chained our duty to blond ghosts.... so called honey

Floating from beds to beds without feeling any desire
And burning from girls to girls without tasting the fire
We are half-lifed beasts, bleeding a one damn last alarm

Crying the sight of a sinful age for all the last Romantics
Wasting bodies and minds, when we never mean no arm
Forever lost and still standing of that foolish name...Fantastics.

                                                                                                           Blake Summers.