I walked through the gates at the end You weren't far, far from me then I would wait for you And in blood, holy and true And I trace the lines on your face Beauty declines in decay Cynical until it breaks, the words decay The voice it cuts, the voice betrays You can trace the lines broken hearts make Run your fingers through the cracks of eternal ache I walk through the gates at the end They'd been marked by the pens of forgotten women Pennyroyal we burn For every forgotten word And I cannot brace for the end A long road And I cannot brace for the end, the end