Olympic Gardens

You aren't supposed to follow us here
We left Olympic Gardens for a reason
You said you want to know where west is
You curse so much I hardly believed it

We roam the coast, deplored and restless
Fall off from metropolitan demons
Lit up the torches, found our weapons
Tore up the flesh of modern convenience

I don't want to know the past or future
I don't want to know
I don't want to know the past or future
I don't want to know

You want to search the darker reaches
Almost the path of logical genius
Close the book, it's all a question ?
Put off the curse of ? don't mean it

I don't want to know the past or future
I don't want to know
I don't want to know the past or future
I don't want ot know