Black Dahlia — Porcupine Tree

You have no interest in the past Where you came from Where you're going to

There's a cliche in your eye File the edges down Soon be underground

There's nothing here for you under the sun There's nothing new to do, it's all been done So put your faith in another place

Never seem to get away from this It's all falling into an abyss So put your foot on the pedal boy

All you know is secondhand The bullet passed through the cage inside you

You stole the only thing you love So unfaithful, the drop is fatal