I could feel it, see it  the spirit as it was leaving my body  no, it would not stay for a while  it turned and laughed then crawled away  so far away-i could not see that far  all those things i held so sacred  they fail me  they betray me  these pins these needles  they never leave me  this crooked cross is bleeding deeply  let the wine fill my veins  bring the wind to change my mind  wash away this dirty soul  this dirty soul of mine  the curtain it slowly closes  the players how they quickly  change around you  not a trace, no familiar face  only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves  i reach out and i wait forever  i speak out my thoughts die high  my cross is crooked  my spirit is denied  let the smoke close my eyes...  see this man is waiting  in the park it's raining so hard  wash away this soul  this dirty soul of mine  why can't you feel me?  the world is dying  nothing stays the same  nothing good remains  no one ever stays  feelings always fade away  people change lives are destroyed  i will never walk with you again  never again will we share the days my friend...