Pillars of Tomorrow, Piles of Yesterday Songtext
von Beaten Back to Pure

Wheelchair drawn chariot
Marking time near the sun
Earthworms laughter
Under wood I carve fingers on...

Kicking back with the shakes
Face down in the snow
Insane from drinking
Wash my hands off you


Like a whore in a candy store
Touch whatever′s within reach
Six times more filling than you rmouth of rotten teeth
Find myself cheering for your abuse
Like I'm ringside behind close doors
With a press hat and cigarette
Boys run from the cockeyed girl

Held down by your dreams
Delusions of self sufficiency
I′ve seen what's wrong with you
You're a fuckin′ junkie with a record for christsakes
Nobody wants a crackwhore dipping her cock soaked hand in the till
Thought nobody would notice, didn′t you?
Well I fucking did...