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Gather you wolves from graveyards when |
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I get home bury them again |
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Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why |
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I turned you in |
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I save my own skin but |
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I live to fight, |
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I live to fight another day |
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Still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away |
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And I feel guilty but |
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I can't feel ashamed |
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Prowl through empty fields great |
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CainThought |
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I'd seen a ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bricks |
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It's hard to tell a gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits |
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Sleep walk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade |
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Like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the blade |
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And I feel guilty but |
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I can't feel ashamed |
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Prowl through empty fields great |
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CainRummage through the gutted storehouse now and lick the sweat from my brow |
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Saw the trucks roll out the morning not sure when they're coming back again |
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Feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then |
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Sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me |
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And other times the sickness howls and |
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I despair of any remedy |
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And I feel guilty but |
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I can't feel ashamed |
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Prowl through empty fields great |
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Cain |
