Black Dahlia - Porcupine Tree

You have no interest in the past

Where you came from

Where you’re going to There’s a cliche in your eye

File the edges down

Soon be underground

There’s nothing here for you under the sun

There’s nothing new to do, it’s all been done

So put your faith in another place

Never seem to get away from this

It’s all falling into an abyss

So put your foot on the pedal boy

All you know is secondhand

The bullet passed through the cage inside you

You stole the only thing you love

So unfaithful, the drop is fatal