Tale of dusty and pistol pete

Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors "Why can't you miss me?" Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken What does this mean in love or in peace? With you lying next to me So faithless serene And she calls to him Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you Far out beneath the sorrow clouds Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you Let them cry out through your rusted scars Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man Still scorned by his demon Because he's undone Become the language of Disaster and love, vengeance and dust And she calls to him Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you Far out beneath the sorrow clouds Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you Let them cry out through your rusted scars Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes Of hurt and teardrop As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds Together again, her inside him And she calls to him Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you Far out beneath the sorrow clouds Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you Let them cry out through your rusted scars