For a sinner you know no bounds,
You roam this dark world free,
With your head in the clouds,

And your knife brandished proud,
You swallow the night with ease.


For a poor man you've seen no defeat,
Your skin still breathes everyone's sun,
With your eyes on the prize, and your hand on the gun,

You release.

Crimson sky, blackened heart

You tore what was left of the sparrow apart
And all that once was beautiful has gone
Has gone, gone away, has gone, away.


For a saviour, you've saved no one,
Your priority lay within your own veins,

With a puff of smoke, and your mind afloat
You put that poor bird to rest.


Crimson sky, blackened heart
You tore what was left of the sparrow apart
And all that once was beautiful has gone

Has gone, gone away, has gone, away.

And if I hurt you, I'm not sorry.

And if I hurt you, I'm not...

Crimson sky, blackened heart

You tore what was left of the sparrow apart
And all that once was beautiful has gone
Has gone, gone away, has gone, away.