Текст песни James Dean - Turn This Iron Handle

stale scents, stale minds and footsteps
picture this, another night in badlands
shallow breaths, shallow graves and secrets
picture this, another life left speechless
iron panes, iron walls and hallways
picture this, another fight as always
spitting crys, spitting lies and darkness
picture this, another life left reaching

under an open
the loyalty of habit
the call note i so longed for
hinders my proceedings
i was wrong to belive
that heros live on
suddenly left forever
like a childs broken toy

quiet stares, quiet deaths and theiving
picture this, another life left bleeding
frial hands, frial heads and townscapes
picture this, another fight to escape