I step into his dream
A lair in which I retreat
The focus of my pain
A dark and weary road
And the rod I hold to stand
His pasture grew of fruits
His necklace drew me in
A ruby red glass with drink
I drank and now my cup is bare
An empty forrest below the sand
Blood that stains these tired hands
I’ll rinse and scrub and burn them still
The blood remains on them
And into the lair in which I go
A future has been bestowed
To a better man
I lived in sin
Still you gave your wings away
Still I walk the line
Still I will survive
