May he walk among the flames
inside my eyes
Undertones, a soul remains
in silent rhymes

Dead man spits angst in my mouth
but don't cry
Guess have to let'em beg just one
more time around

Why... why...
I swear it wasn't really my fault?

Maybe all the lives are really raging
in crimes tonight
Soon our hands will leave one
last scar to mark

All shame, but a ceiling 'd be
fine just fine
can't let you enter and see this
part this part

Why... why...
I swear it wasn't really my fault?