Turning round to see myself
Is this all I know
A man came right up to my face
And whispered something low.
Is this another nail being placed
Or have I just been praised
How should I know
Which way to go.
Shadows forming everywhere
But I see the light
Why is that man staring at me
Is he wanting a fight?
Kindred spirit doesn’t fit
The jigsaw is binned
Blood is splattered on everything
But who is saying I’ve sinned?