The Savages

I see myself
Reflected in the windows of the street
Like someone else
My shadow crawling underneath my feet
I feel the waves
Of nausea come creeping from
The sure and steady gaze
Of death behind the sun
Behind the door and all the time
I smile and you smile back at me
We'd drink our wine
So searching for escape

It's very strange
Our love can be so in disguise as hate
Another day
Stands watching with my sorrow
At our fate behind the mask
Our decency is swallowed once again
You raise your glass
I wonder if the carelessness of men
And yet I left
Though you realize I'm searching for the truth
The truth instead murdered by the art of conversation

We are the savages
We are the savages
Welcome to the dark

The savages
Are watching from the [?] deep within
Behind the rise
Waiting for the madness to begin
I feel the waves
Of nausea come creeping from
The sure and steady gaze
Of death behind the sun
Behind the door a crazy tale
A tongue that's created a cotton bird
[?]
Could nobody [?] has to do

We are the savages
We are the savages
Welcome to the dark
Welcome to the dark
Welcome to the dark