Barbarians - Chasing Victory

I’m walking through the city of the dead

I’m thinking of the words that I should have said

The world has chewed me up

And spit me out the end of it’s tongue

When the wolves licked their lips

I could’ve swore they were falling in love

I’ve got the remedy for you

Throw out those medicines you normally consume

I’ve got the remedy for you

No needles and blood and swelling tongues

Oh, brother, we’re falling in love

So brace yourself

We’re cleaning you out of all your sickly addictions

So pace yourself

The clock is freaking you out and tearing you down