Lyrics

As if in a dream, he stole from my heart and then my soul
In such a charming way, I'd beg to fit the mold
Fed the dead, and plucked the feathers to be sold
Blinded by mercy strings and sold blood for gold

Yeah we sold our blood for gold?!

I beg forgiveness, yet a heathen gets no grace
I drift among sea's that sow forsaken waste
I shot a bullet that has traveled backwards home
Oh, my lovely pilgrim, I trade my soul for stone

Yeah we trade our soul for stone?!