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>We touch the walls of a city street, 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 gonna 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 slayer 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 up at no stars in the sky, those white clouds have turned it black