My Sanctuary

Doubting, tryingNot to look at the face of the man who is dyingTo look for the face of the man who is lyingThe ambler gambler is low and loadedHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soulI hear the criesMy body lies in sanctuaryThe long way home I cannot seekHe knows the pain its special placeI know its look I know its faceWhite silver draws black linesBright whites the killing kindTwo wrongs don't make a rightTwo blacks don't make a whiteDevotion isn't what it seemsThe broker of my broken dreamsHell is all that I seeMy cell is my sanctuaryThere's a black space where my soul should beA gaping wound where my heart could beI feel so low I feel like ChristI see my head is turning whiteThe knuckles twisted raw and I'm so emptyAnd there's no respiteYou prey together on the smallHell-vision shows it every nightThe ambler gambler is low and loadedHis rusty steed turns to burn into my soulI hear the criesMy body lies in sanctuaryThe long way home is what I seekHe knows the pain its special placeAnd I know your face