Ecstasy & Vendetta

A lonely breed, these wandering men

I pushed and shoved through the steely glare

Of the assassins who aim high

Smell the colour of your room

And you row like the Volga boatman

Do you always talk that way?

go!

Some say he died for a Cajun queen

Some say he stood so tall and strong

With his auto-banditry

A serenade with a grenade

Does your bravado always bite hard

Do you stamp your feet all day?

See the beauty of destruction

Feel my breath upon your neck

Why do you turn and walkaway?

A lonely breed these hungry men

I sat and stared through the looking glass

That all men call the world

I would have died, a thousand times

Just to see the faces of

The assassins who never die

In my dream I always see

Not the face of vendetta

But the smile of ecstasy