Abe Vigoda - Pure Violence

I walk to pictures and I take the shot
we are not, we are not
out the window and over the map
it is black, it is black
it's all over me, beyond what you see
check her eyes on the night that you lie
amazed at the care

pure violence
cross the face of burning day
drag the night to reaking wave
pure violence
we can hope for nothing more
trash alone the wild hour
make light of you
falls down to me
cross the face of burning day
drag the night to breaking wave

in the glowing light of our tragedy
we will sing, we will sing
all the same in splendor and calm
we are gone, we are gone
it's your hand in this
so far away from the image
of what we know to be good
understood understood