A Handful of Dust
Down Among the Dead Men
A handful of dust caught in the threat
Fragments of the past on which you begin to choice
Subterfuge, beneath the surface
Disclose confessions
Recognize and acquiesce
So accept your dirt obsession
In a handful of dust lies a portal to the past
Scrutinize corruption and it's decadence is revealed at last
Digging through the neons
Time and again
Deep in decaying filth
Down among those long dead men