Dark dance
Romance
Chance across the longitudes and latitudes of life

Remorse
Off course
Force our devil's advocates into their own sharp knife

Even unto the end
We dream
Like lonesome little ones

Cleaving unto the trend
Extreme
To justify our guns

And oh
Below
No one has the right of way when all the lights are green

Until
We kill
Spill a thousand yankers dead and rake the tillage clean

Even unto the end
We dream
Like lonesome little ones

Cleaving unto the trend
Extreme
To justify our guns

Dark dance romance
Remorse off course

And so it goes
Until we spill it clean

Even unto the end
We dream
Like lonesome little ones

Cleaving unto the trend
Extreme
To justify our guns

Our guns