Homage To An Old Friend

Your voice, it stayed the same But you're singing different lines You seem to have forgotten what you started all of this for And you can take the words I sold you (i sold them for a different point of view) For I shall never view the world again through bloodshot sight Welcome home the tragedy you are This is a burning ship caught in the undertow of the stars I've etched your name into the stains I'll let you wash away I'll let you wash away Again This time around we'll settle all bets I've sat and weighed the tables we have destroyed And now the morning cries for the death of the pale, moon-lit night We were the bastard sons f fthe devil and his grace (or lack thereof) Your pen, it leaks my sins to this unnerving crowd And now, I'm sinking my teeth into the thought of you Stay up late and forge my sins in your wounds A shipwreck here is merely a close call It was simply our downfall I'll let you wash ashore I'll let you wash ashore Again