We touch the walls of a city streets, andDidn’t explain sadly showed us our waysOf never asking whyCast down, It was heaven sent, andTo the church no intent to repentOn my knees, just to cryUntil you travel to that place you can’t come backWhere the last pain is gone and all that’s left is blackBright nights cease coming to me, andSome day they’ll punish my deeds, and they’ll findAll the crimesBut then they ask when they going to see themThen they’re going to ask to feel the ghosts,the walls, the dreamsOh, I’ve got mineAt last those coming came and they never looked backWith blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was blackFooled them, hoping to seemLike the sweat of evilBut the product of greed, andIt’s not a mask, so be honest with meThey can’t afford to ignore that I’m a diseasePractical, since we had to be, andWhen they were old they came back to meAnd they tried, oh they triedAnd when you follow through and wind up on your backLooking at up those stars in the skythose white clouds have turned it black