“A dreadful revelation: the final and inescapable fate of all who liveth as she. What shall she do with it? None but she herself would know.”
Track - 05
Album: Forgive Me Father
Lyrics:
I saw them walking through the haze,
Their shadows long, their eyes ablaze,
With hands still stained from what they crave,
Each step they take, another grave.
They hum a tune I almost know,
A hymn for souls too far below,
And though I stand aside and pray,
I feel my feet begin to stray.
The stairways were closed, so the highway they take,
No angels to warn them, no hearts left to break,
The fires don’t burn — they welcome the pain,
On the sinner’s highway, we all look the same.
A drink in hand, a cigarette glow,
They dance in ashes, move too slow,
Their laughter cracks beneath the rain,
Still whispering truths that sound like shame.
I swore I’d never lose my way,
But every sin has something to say,
And in their eyes, I saw my face,
A pilgrim bound for the same embrace.
The stairways were closed, so the highway they take,
No angels to warn them, no hearts left to break,
The fires don’t burn — they welcome the pain,
On the sinner’s highway, we all look the same.
No saints, no saviors, no disguise,
Just ghosts that learned to moralize,
Each prayer a promise no one keeps,
Each secret buried where the fever sleeps.
The stairways were closed, and I followed their flame,
I whispered forgiveness, but none ever came,
The fires don’t judge, they call me by name —
On the sinner’s highway, we all look the same.
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