Prowl Great Cain

Gather you wolves from graveyards when I get home bury them again

Wonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you in

I save my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another day

Still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away



And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed

Prowl through empty fields great Cain



Thought I'd seen a ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bricks

It's hard to tell a gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits

Sleep walk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade

Like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the blade



And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed

Prowl through empty fields great Cain



Rummage through the gutted storehouse now and lick the sweat from my brow

Saw the trucks roll out the morning not sure when they're coming back again

Feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then

Sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me

And other times the sickness howls and I despair of any remedy



And I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamed

Prowl through empty fields great Cain