Taste of his pain rising slow from the counter
Smell of his memory now lost in his gaze
Test of his life as a prayer not a martyr
Young man he was now a mark on the door
Hail the light, the light of his idols
Like the one like another before
He stumbled for truth
He stumbled through blindness
The young man he was is now dead on the floor
Screaming lies out to the liars
We are the lives we are the wars
I see red like blood as I’m crossing the street
See the red of blood splattered on the sheet
See the blood of a life no longer there
The trace of a child, the sound of despair
Hear bottles clankin’, stankin’, shankin’
Turned upside down, empty, containing
No more love and no more laughter
No more joy and no more sadness
Kill the wound
That’s part of social lies
Will the heroin take another life
Sounds of angels screaming in pain at the fallen
Echo in heaven
Brings tears to our eyes
Sounds of angels screaming in pain at the fallen
Echo in heaven
Bring tears to god’s eye
Say a prayer for the dying
Give the key to the blind man
Those who ask for forgiveness
Are the proof of their malice
Light the light of the scapegoat
Light the eye of the world
Give them hope
Give them future
Give them all that you can