Leave a Light on, Thomas
I'm coming back...
Leave a light on, Thomas, I'm tired and sore
My cold, sick heart, beats at your door
My skin is torn, now ease your doubt
It's easy getting into me, but good luck getting out
Say our prayers, wish me away
Salt the eart, and curse my name
I'm coming back, my work is done
The godless sky, the burning sun
The inner wars, the crushing guilt
But all I see is the blood you spilt
Leave a light on, Thomas
So you can see
When hell is on its way
The you will believe
Killing pen, opened vein
Nothing spent, nothing saved
With or without you, I'll find a way
Today I am Shiva
Tomorrow I'm sorrow
I'm filling the void
All things stolen and borrowed
Leave a light on
Leave a light on...
Leave a light on, Thomas
I've traveled so far
Just to find your cold, sick heart
Is all that you are