Calling me now
or taking me then
choices to make
all ends the same
look down on myself
sterile and cold
chance to move on
or chance to grow old

I can't speak of beauty that I find
telling me to leave this life behind
Sin to resist
crime to let go

chances I've had
couldn't complain
I could move on
regrets all the same
journey ahead
fear the unknown.
heaven or hell
never return

I can't speak of beauty that I find
telling me to leave this life behind
Sin to resist
crime to let go

faces I see
tales of the past
Tear in their eyes
but peace at last
shake of the head
won't seal my fate
I could return
never too late

I can't speak of beauty that I find
telling me to leave this life behind
Sin to resist
crime to let go