Testo With Vengeance Come

oh no this living ain't for the faint of heart
oh no this living ain't for the faint of heart
oh no this living is just a dying art

talking so low in words we were told to use
pity ourselves for enduring such self-abuse
and in your trembling chin beauty wields ablaze
as daylight stumbles in through the window pane but all the doctors keep us so reassured
they'll find the sickness as they find the cure

once when you were
we were
oh so young
we mourned for each other and every dying son
now they march off like children called to war
each like the next
each like the one before

and we placed wagers up on every one
if it returns i'll bet it's with vengeance come
if it returns i'll bet it's with vengeance come
if it returns i'll bet it's with vengeance comeif it returns i'll bet it's with vengeance come