Black

We touched the walls of the city streets and

Dead ends plain, 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 painting’s gone and all that’s left is black

Grey nights he’s coming to me and

Some day they’ll punish my deeds and they’ll find

All the crimes

But then they ask when they gonna see them

Then they gonna ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams

We’ll 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 a slave of evil but the product of greed and

It’s not a mass so be honest with me

We can’t afford to ignore that I’m the 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 those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black