Testo: Their Strange Gathering. Matter Of Profit EP. Requisite.

I would leave and never breathe a word of this, while you haul bad news around with you.
I'll wait with breath abated.
I'll wait with breath abated.
I have this brimming confession,
that all that this could ever be, is an embittered triumph.
It's hard and uncaring, but all that this could ever be.

We're fighting fact, but its raining reasons for our ending.
I'll wait with breath abated, while this is in it's infancy

(Thanks to Jamie McGarrigle for these lyrics)