It was the way we always knew that we never had the clue
that we never had the chance like the others in the dance
like black diamonds, ash and light/like the mines and anthracite/
split-tongued fellows, venom-survived/violence only against the vile
/e'er we bleed into the wild/then laid to rest there, man or child/
this shining gutter in the sun/is it worth it in the run (second half of line x3)