I went for miles and miles and miles And miles and miles and miles for you I've got you in my dirty hands A message left by you It's only love, it's temporary But this, is not I hold in my dirty hands The proof that you forgot Now tell me What kind of dystopian hellhole is this I'm not one to show no fear [?] Which to exist [?] If this is ... believed your eyes [?] Well ... protest [?] You had the opportunity Well consider yourself blessed Now I'm down in a cellar I wait for the first shot I'm waiting, waiting, waiting For those last words You made it baby You made it, made it, baby