I feel as dark as night I bury my wounds by the riverside And as hard as you might find I shoot to kill no prisoners survive I cover trails that I’ve left behind With no trace I escape at the drop of a dime With breath down my neck and a chill down my spine I bury your bones by the riverside
And maybe I’m crazy Why must I scream for you to listen to the sound of my voice? And maybe I’m crazy But when you do me this way I feel I have no other choice
And now to my surprise No guilt or regret crosses my mind No evidence to keep me entwined And if they ask I will decline The ghost from my past that I’ve left behind I’ve misplaced and erased everything from my mind And if I return I pray I won’t find All that I’ve left by the riverside
And if no one finds you here These days and nights alone my dear Weigh heavy on your soul it’s clear You should not have thrown stones Or sticks, your words, they hit, my heart, Like glass, it breaks in many places Ask me why I have all this blood on my hands Don’t ask me why I have all this blood on my hands