Vicarious Atonement Testo

Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's near by
Where is your face
In this ??? dead town
I can see your reflection
In your total first glare(?)
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves A regret
Not killing you while I had the chance
I know I had the chance
Maybe I will always haunt you
And mark the silence with truth
Better hang your dead colors
Than have to live with haunting news
In the River Ganges God damned my name

Don't let these hands sharpen your eyes