Kissing Cassandra's Eyes (In Fog Like A Parade Of Ghosts) Songtext

Like the razor said to the wrist: get your death on, you were born for this. ?Sweet babies become morbid youth.? We are doomed. In the shadows of the gallows. These bridges are all gallows. With no grave but the street as we feed on Western gloom. The days pass careless, crass, like blood from selfish wounds. I'm all in with a deadman's hand and the devil has come to call. Life is war and war is hell and fate has failed us all. In the shadows of the gallows. These bridges are all gallows. We are the suicide kings, all the sad young things, left alone to man ramparts of withering pride. So from pillar to post, like wailing old ghosts, down alleys we go with Diogenes light. I was raised on the west side of Frisco, down on central. I am the weatherman. I make the wind blow. All we know is all we're shown: all the death and lust. Shake the dust off, angels. Don't waste your prayers on us