Vandal Hearts

The evening's coming strong, just stringing us along, with excavators flying through this rubble, screaming, "I gave it up, I gave it up, I tried..." The evening's ringing on, with fortune's faded psalms creaking, like a newborn wailing, I've been sailing, drowning, failing all this loathsome life. I slept beneath that haunted garden, seething praying far too long. I've strung up ivy, bent and broken, fortune's fading for too long, I'd wait for the evening running on, still stringing us along, the excavators flying through that rubble, screaming, "You gave it up, you gave it up... I tried."