Pure Violence - Abe Vigoda

I walk to pictures and I take the shot

We are not, we are not

Out the window and over the map

It is black, it is black

It’s all over me, beyond what you see

Check her eyes on the night that you lie

Amazed at the care

Pure violence

Cross the face of burning day

Drag the night to reaking wave

Pure violence

We can hope for nothing more

Trash alone the wild hour

Make light of you

Falls down to me

Cross the face of burning day

Drag the night to breaking wave

In the glowing light of our tragedy

We will sing, we will sing

All the same in splendor and calm

We are gone, we are gone

It’s your hand in this

So far away from the image

Of what we know to be good

Understood understood