There’s a stain on the wind there’s a tear on the vine There’s a definate intent leaving vacant lives behind Sweeping all the days to come away Vengence always need to repay
So many cries remain never heard by the crowd From those swept away and were never allowed To grow old living on through their dreams Using all the days that they need
Turn your collar to the wind Talk to the Paw Turn on your light once and for all
And we who remain untrampled by the wind Continue on our path ‘til we fall asleep again And walk on through our days awake ’Til the final act is played