She was holding somebody's hand, I forget who it was I am. Giving up the crusades for a while, I can't crawl another mile. The rags are torn, the sheets are tattered, rat-a-tat and all the tribes scattered. She'll be hanging out in hotel rooms, I'll be tucked away in underground tombs. Now I'm finally giving up crusades, when I realized no one could be saved. Dusty gashes we were seeing, this giant airfield came into being. the harnessed power and force of a million; faithful followers who sold their children. Some return with souvenirs, stick a heart in your boutonnière. Some return with tales of glory, all the fucking stories bore me. Now I'm finally giving up crusades, when I realized no one can be saved. Say I know when I just don't know. Say I love you, I don't just know. I was a pretender to the throne, I knew my cover'd be blown. Never could be that dogmatic, whose to blame if I just heard static? Never known the truth of a zealot, whose to blame if I just can't spell it? Never known true righteousness just the safety and vague red lust. I know I'll be back again someday.