Ammo - Omnium Gatherum

And here’s enough of them for many a nightly breath

And a fine shelter from the jealous too

The rise of an extinguished art

Higher dreams have come to us

And here’s enough of them

The depressive season there with sceneries filled with idols

Hell the space is no more

Who named the crown that fell

What do you think

Who were supposed to make it this time

Yes blacken little hearts

I can’t believe my eyes

You romanticized the depths of this one

The wisdom of men and women says

Those things we can’t speak directly of

We must refer to them

What do you think

Who were supposed to make it this time

Yes blacken little hearts