Black

We touch the walls of the city streets, and Didn't explain, but 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 pain is gone and all that's left is black Bright nights cease coming to me, and Some day 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 Oh, 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 the slave of evil But the product of greed, and It's not a mass1, so be honest with me They can't afford to ignore that I'm a 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 at up those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned it black