A Curse Of Miracles

In the streets I was drifting though the lanes

Everybody looked away, I felt tension and afraid

In the back of my head I feel terribly dead

Friday afternoon came a rustling from the room

I was strangely terrified by the things I heard inside

Then a voice so strong & loud said: "it could be yours by now"

Saturday at four I snuck back to the corridor

And slipped into the room, now quiet as a tomb

And there, written on the ground in dust:

"it should be yours by now"

And it's so strange, cuz in the back of my head

I still feel terribly dead - so just go away

Leave me chained to the wall just like you've done it before

Everyone knows that it's my regular show

Is my deliverance near? I don't see it - I don't hear

Where's the trumpets blowing fire and the angel hosted choir?

I keep waiting for the sound cuz it should be here by now

But there's no change, in the back of my head

The monster wants to be fed - and I can't get away

Cuz when you've done it before what's it matter once more?

Everyone knows that it's your regular show

Once upon a time in the blinking of an eye

The oracle was mine like the sage had prophesied

It was whispered through the clouds

Said: "it will be yours right now"