We touch the walls of a city streets, and
Didn't explain
Sadly showed us our ways

Of never asking why
Cast down,
It was heaven sent, and

To the church no intent to repent
On my knees, just to cry


Until you travel to that place you can't come back
Where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black


Bright nights cease coming to me, and
Some day
They'll punish my deeds, and they'll find

All the crimes
But then they ask when they going to see them
Then they're going to

Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams




Oh, I've got mine


At last those coming came and they never looked back
With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black


Fooled them, hoping to seem
Like the sweat of evil, (?)
But the product of greed, and

It's not a mask, so be honest with me
They can't afford to ignore that I'm a disease
Practical, since we had to be, and

When they were old they came back to me
And they tried, oh they tried


And when you follow through and wind up on your back
Looking at up those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black