We touch the walls of the city streets, and
Didn't explain
But 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 slave of evil,
But the product of greed, and
It's not a mass, so be honest with me
We 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 up with no stars in the sky
Those white clouds have turned it black