The dyin' sun that paints a path of blood across the sea
shines darkly on the stranger who is beckoning to me.
His burning finger writes a bitter line across the sky,
you've been condemned to live, it's not your time to die.
Condemned to leave the safety of the kingdom of the blind
and travel down the tortured road you tried to leave behind.
Forget the fools who sell their souls for shelter and for bread,
You've been condemned to live, now leave the living dead.
Well, you were born the child of scorn,
a burning soul their dying world could never tame.
Their lying tongues begged you to come
and join their lowly steps down to eternal shame.
But now the laughter of the fools is just an echo in your brain,
you know their painted smiles are just a masquerade for pain.
They've learned to love their shackles and the dimes upon their eyes,
but you're condemned to live, it's not your time to die.