Far Too Frail

Lovers and legions
 Oh I've seen your whore
 Try not to reason
 Forsaken I'm poor
 Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare
 A ginger reaction whisper care
 A hairpin decision falls against the brain
 To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain
 The silence is warning
 Soul search nothing
 Can't regain reach for air
 Lovers and legions
 Oh I've seen your whore
 Try not to reason
 Forsaken I'm poor
 Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost
 The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to
 Face the potential for fantasy and flair
 Forever and forgiving summon
 Me and dare they
 Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while
 Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies
 The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing
 Overspill
 Far too frail
 Lovers and legions
 Oh I've seen your whore
 Try not to reason
 Forsaken I'm poor