The Sons Of Cain Lyrics

Oh, lonely and endless light
Cold morning rises from the night
No smile smiles back through the glare
No voice calls back from the stairs

Oh, those wounds on your blistered feet
That march you on along that dusted street
Oh, that dust gathers 'round your head
As clean I rise from my lonely bed

All the talking, this and that
None taking me to where you're at
Oh, as fine as the day is long
Oh, my fineness, where have you gone? And I know I'm not to sing of fights I've missed
But alone, I've got to sing just to exist
And to resist

So you're gone now and who's to blame?
Left down here among the sons of Cain
Have you gone on to their heavenly flame?
Leaving me here among the sons of Cain

So you're gone now and who's to blame?
Left down here among the sons of Cain
Oh, you're gone now and who's to blame?
All alone among the sons of Cain

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