Baudelaire - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

The only sin in this world of pain, in this world of shame

In this world of heartache

The only sin in this world unjust, in this world of lust

In this world distrusting

The only sin in this world corrput where passions erupt

And end abrupt

Is a crime

With no great gestures cry

It’s eyes with no great evil’s shine

Here among all the vicious beasts with their blood lust feast

Ordained by black priests

Here among poison viper’s bite, a police gunfight

In the unknown night

Is a man

With no great master plan

No deadly weapon clutching in his hand

You’ll never see the light in the darkest night

Never see the light, never see the light

When the boredom comes

You’ll never see the light in the darkest night

Never see the light, never see the light

When the boredom comes

If you’re one of the boring ones

The only crime in this violent place with lies two faced

Where love’s disgraceful

Crimes committed with sharpened knives and wasted lives

Of those who are forced

To shove

And murder the peace dove

There is no higher calling coming from above

You’ll never see the light, quell this appetite

Never see the light, never see the light

When the boredom comes

You’ll never see the light, quell this appetite

Never see the light, never see the light

When the boredom comes

When you’re one of the boring ones