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