The Wraith

I saw the clouds make the hills disappear I heard your voice blaspheme my name I thought about the sky and my place in it He rose, that’s my fault, I still regret I know he don’t remember my voice But I hear his And every time I think about his name I see scars I am done playing, I will be a pioneer I’ll kill myself ‘cause it will be my year I hate, the touch, the rush, the wraith And I would kill, for one hit of your sweet distaste It was a child you touched, it was my life you fucked Now my mind rapes me fiercer than he did I know he don’t remember my voice But I hear his And every time I think about his name I see scars I am done playing, I will be a pioneer I’ll kill myself ‘cause it will be my year Now in the first there was hope and in the second there was love In the third there was salvation when my heaven called from above But after this came respite as the devil take’s his toll and after all of this You’ll never watch me grow old So we can burn ourselves tonight, in sex and drugs and songs And you can try to touch my body while I try to kiss you warm But after all of this, I still won’t know what you’ve done And you will leave me stranded here, wondering why you’re on the run How many times a day do you lie How many time a week do you cry How many times a month do you love How many times a life do you die