Wrapped in fiction, soaked in sin,
A broken heart he let them in.
A childhood chapel all filled with rage
Twisted faces in a crooked cage,
The long goodbye, condemned inside,
With a chequered past of tricks and lies,
The painfull price, the dark devils dice,
He threw his chances and held on tight
Spinning days go by,
For faith and fate the boatman waits,
This river racing the midnight chase
Those silver flashes, pierce her soul,
She's a lonely witness to the truth untold.
Spinning days go by
Spinning tears in his eyes
Spinning tears run dry
One more stain, a death in vein
A young man lost, now nothing gained
So many more, have passed this way
Will never grace, the cold light of day
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