Lyrics
We touched the walls of the city streets and
Dead ends plain, 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 painting's gone and all that's left is black
Grey nights he's coming to me and
Some day they'll punish my deeds and they'll find
All the crimes
But then they ask when they gonna see them
Then they gonna ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
We'll 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 a 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 the 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 at those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black