We touch the walls of a city streets, and
Sadly showed us our ways
Of never asking why
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
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 going to
Ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
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