Haste - Brand New Opposites Lyrics
When the ink is dryor at your death-bedyou can damn your poison wordsIt seems you have run out of regardfor moralistic idealsJust turn your headwhen confronted with the truthand hope that your new lifeis all that you wished forAdjusted the definition of lossIs it just coincidence that it fits so well here?Restitution comes passing throughand it won't even walk through the first doorFace north and greet the cold that times your pulseNorth, directionally outright, straightforwardFace north and greet the cold that times your pulseNorth, truest of all pointsPoints, that you have failed to make