Besedila: The Outline. Why We're Better Now.

If decency were a common theme, we'd be the prey
If memory meant anything, I'd be coming after you
If we don't stare, then it's not there
What do you care, if nothing exists to hurt you?
We'd be the prey
Akin, estranged
In memory of tragedy, we'd kill to stay
Immorally swore a king, in sin we're saved
In empathy of tragedy, I'd still be coming after you