What compels you to know the nerves in their livesnNever staged bitterness quite like thisnSome proposal - you're not welcome herenUrge calling - you're not welcome herennMaps redrawn to fit a broken frame that you still hold dearnFrom now on you should know last gasps always sound the samenIsn't it obvious your ways costnIsn't it obvious it's not a just causennSum the sins and make haste for the harvestnPoised to play with a former friendnnThey catch your fall with already broken backsnThey catch your every fallnnCut idle arteriesnnIdeas hatched under circumstancesnWhere we're left from old romancesnAnd the treachery trickles downn