A Dying Voice

Listen for a clue on the whisper, on the whisper in the wind of the hills
You’ll hear a ghostly cry fading away
The story of a loner, of a loner that just moved to the edge of the town
You could hear his prayers
Lord, could I be your right hand, and if I am
Could you free me from the burden of sin
Lord, is there so much for me to give
For them to take
For all the reasons why I leave this place
If you just guide me
Through the blood, the steam, the screams
Can I cleanse myself tomorrow
Purify this empty shell
Unseen is your presence and I’m still waiting for a sign
With seconds left to spare
Haunted
You have led the way
Haunted
You have led the
Lord, have I lost my mind?
Can’t find the way through this maze
Is this what you planned from me?
Lord, is there so much for me to give
For them to take
For all the reasons why I leave this place
If you just guide me
Through the blood, the steam, the screams
Can I cleanse myself tomorrow
Purify this empty shell
Unseen is your presence and I’m still waiting for a sign
With seconds left to spare
A tale of a man who came with a purpose
Lost his way when demons surfaced
One more breath as I get closer
A final step to be set free
If you just guide me
Through the blood, the steam, the screams
Can I cleanse myself tomorrow
Purify this empty shell
Unseen is your presence and I’m still waiting for a sign
With seconds left to spare
If you just guide me
Through the blood, the steam, the screams
Can I cleanse myself tomorrow
Purify this empty shell
My mind twists and crumbles inside the scared cat
The sane ones still dwell