Requiem Revisited
His dreams gone, and all the smiles have faded
They come in masks to kill the child that came in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
These hands beat red with this mercy killing
Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
These hands beat red with this mercy killing
Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
All of these words beg for same damn thing now
How to return to someplace far behind now
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
This heart has pumped this blood much harder than you know
These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go
These are the syncopations on these weary bones
These hands beat red with this mercy killing
Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again and...
This time, this time, this time
I'll walk these avenues to find
The place where I can let these dreams and demons go
And finally rest my weary bones