Torn and bloody socks on these desert rocks
Been so long since they stepped on fertile ground
You’ve got motive
You’ve got soul
I got heat signatures pinging off these roads
Trail of blood winding around these desert rocks
It’s a miracle the night creepers haven’t come in crawling
You’re a victim
You’re a curse
I’ll use everything I have to bring you close
Broken down door at the edge of desert rocks
Innocence squandered in a fit of turbulence
You’re a poison
You’re a blade
I’ll make my fatal move upon this stage
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
