Brand New Opposites

Lyrics

When the ink is dry, or at your deathbed, you can damn your poison words It seems you have run out of regard for moralistic ideals Just turn your head when confronted with the truth And hope that your new life is all that you wished for Adjusted the definition of loss Is it just coincidence that it fits so well here? Restitution comes passing through and it won't even walk through the first door Face north and greet the cold that times your pulse North, directionally outright, straightforward Face north and greet the cold that times your pulse North, truest of all points Points, that you have failed to make