Impale direction in my mind
Forfeit your love and make me blind
Crush lingering enemies and you'll find
All hatred is sold in due time
You can't fake this...

Decrepit fingers running through my hair
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
What brings you here?

Memories faded out too soon
These echoes lost us in full bloom
Traces of emptiness follow you
It's all too much all too soon

Decrepit fingers running through my hair
Oh yeah...
Oh yeah...
What brings you here?

You can't fake this...