Better Remembered Than Endured

We are older now, old as sin
As the sins we've committed crept on in
Conquered veins
Cracked bitter bones
Stained our skin
And oh, how the tempers took their toll
We led with the left to tear down them all
Those were desperate times
We were desperate to survive
While the meek may claim inheritance the weak will know the evil in these lines
But in our heyday hey we were wild
We were wunderkind
We were filled to the brim
With pith and vinegar and pain
A pain pure and driven
As pure as sin
Now the old grey mare might not make it
The laughing stock is stocking up to raze them down
With a step up
Swing
Miss
Fall
Each final breath becomes a venomous swan song
But in the gravel lies the taste of sweet defeat
The crimson smiles a height he'd only hoped to reach
A life of alienated friends
Candles torched up at both ends
Tossed to the pyre
A short lived sight
That blots the sky
And scorched the soil as black as sin