I walked with mad men through a clockwork jungle
Slumbering minds limp picking through the rubble
I followed a funeral drum through and absent tunnel
My bones are breaking and I doubt I'll see tomorrow
All your scars show that you fought and lost the battle
You're so quick to speak but you're too weak to even follow
Madmen speak to me in dreams that conquer reality
If you would only listen to me
Would you listen to me?
Your face was lifeless as we walked into exodus
I was naive when I believed that you still loved me
We dismantled ourselves on the grounds of the badlands
You can ignore your guilt but there is still blood on your hands
Blood, blood in the badlands
Blood, blood on your hands
I know, I'm not normal
But love, love isn't natual