Checkered by the dawn,
enslaved in life enthralling
Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion
Agents of the cross in argentine frailty
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina
Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...
In decadence I take thee by the hand
too frail...
to gain the promised land
too frail...
to take your pain away
too frail...
a sequel of decay.
