Baudelaire

And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead Miscellaneous Baudelaire The only sin in this world of pain In this world of shame In this world of heartache The only sin in this world unjust In this world of lust In this world distrusting The only sin in this world corrput Where passions erupt And end abrupt Is a crime With no great gestures cry Its eyes, with no great evils shine Here among all the vicious beasts With their blood lust feast Ordained by black priests Here among poison viper's bite A police gunfight In the unknown night Is a man With no great master plan No deadly weapon clutching in his hand You'll never see the light In the darkest night Never see the light Never see the light When the boredom comes If you're one of the boring ones The only crime in this violent place With lies two faced Where loves disgraceful Crimes committed with sharpened knives And wasted lives Of those who are forced To shove And murder the peace dove There is no higher calling from above You'll never see the light Quell this appetite Never see the light Never see the light When the boredom comes When you're one of the boring ones