I could feel it, see it

the spirit as it was leaving my body

no, it would not stay for a while

it turned and laughed then crawled away

so far away-i could not see that far

all those things i held so sacred

they fail me

they betray me

these pins these needles

they never leave me

this crooked cross is bleeding deeply

let the wine fill my veins

bring the wind to change my mind

wash away this dirty soul

this dirty soul of mine

the curtain it slowly closes

the players how they quickly

change around you

not a trace, no familiar face

only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves

i reach out and i wait forever

i speak out my thoughts die high

my cross is crooked

my spirit is denied

let the smoke close my eyes...

see this man is waiting

in the park it's raining so hard

wash away this soul

this dirty soul of mine

why can't you feel me?

the world is dying

nothing stays the same

nothing good remains

no one ever stays

feelings always fade away

people change lives are destroyed

i will never walk with you again

never again will we share the days my friend...