The Ballad of Logie Buchan

THIS QUIET DESOLATION
SEETHING DESPERATION
WITH UNFULFILLED DISCONTENTMENT
A GROWING RESENTMENT
A PATTERN FOR LIFE
WITH EACH USELESS GENERATION
THIS DARK TWISTED LANDSCAPE
AN ARMY OF BROTHERS
HOLD NO SENTIMENT FOR STRANGERS
THE BITTER LOOKS
A CURSE ON THE WORLD
FROM BEHIND FRIENDLY EYES
NOT LEAST TO ONE ANOTHER
BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
A LONE CANDLE FLICKERS
A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
WRAPPED ROUND BARBED WIRE
JUST ONE MORE REMINDER
OF EVERYTHING WE HAVE LOST
JUST ONE MORE REMINDER
OF EVERYTHING THAT YOU’RE TO BLAME FOR
HERE LIE THE REMAINS OF EVERYTHING THAT’S DEAD TO ME