The future five align
Empty promises find us all the time
Would you put it all on the line
For the lost and frozen years?

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us the broken ones
To fend for ourselves, one by one

An epitaph not worth looking back
Another sunset falls on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph not worth looking back

Post cards of dust on bones
If the bad news doesn't beat us home

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us the broken ones
To fend for ourselves, one by one

An epitaph not worth looking back
Another sunset falls on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph not worth looking back
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses faded
A rusted chain of sympathy for time well wasted, losses...

Leave us the bastard sons
Leave us the broken ones
To fend for ourselves, one by one

An epitaph not worth looking back
Another sunset falls on red on black
We hit a wall of dotted lines
An epitaph not worth looking back