| «Why don’t you come to your senses?» the oracle said |
| You gave up the living to speak with the dead |
| I witnessed your rising, I saw your demise |
| But nothing could quench all that need in your eyes |
| I’ve been hiding inside a mist of sorrows |
| Silently hoping for you to pierce the veil |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| And your gods will see us |
| Once you find your way inside |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| But you’d rather lose it all |
| Than leave this fire denied |
| Desperado |
| Why don’t you come to your senses, degenerate one? |
| Our only creation is coming undone |
| Like desperate measures for desperate times |
| These symbols of chaos already aligned |
| I’ve been hiding inside a mist of sorrows |
| Silently hoping for you to pierce the veil |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| And your gods will see us |
| Once you find your way inside |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| But you’d rather lose it all |
| Than leave this fire denied |
| Desperado |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| (Once you find your way inside) |
| And your gods will see us |
| Once you find your way inside |
| (Once you find your way inside) |
| When the walls between us |
| Are what kept us both alive |
| But you’d rather lose it all |
| Than leave this fire denied |
| Desperado |