The Partisan Seed

we wander among the old stones,searching for highways and bones stealing cigarette packs and wine and dreaming with the stars in our eyes are you the thing they call open road?i'm waiting out here so alone who ease is trying to sleep to the sound of

We don't always have the strength to stop Keep on drowning all the way Living hard like a ghost in time The crowd left the evening play The fake connection to our own people Makes a mockery of us The sad cave that we dance in is for Piling Corpses on