Testo Vision and the verity Crisis

Vision and the verity

...met up with my soul again on a cold dark road.
it got tired of me a long time ago. (so I've been living alone)
do you know what it is to be dead like me?
can you feel what it is to be dead like me?
can you feel what it is to be?
I cut out my heart just the other day.
held it in my hand, said it doesn't work that well anyway.
(who need blood coarsinf through veins... this is the stain of my father's shame)
this body is ravaged by disease and dispair
I just wanted to get away from there.
(who needs blood coarsing through veins... this is the stain of my father's shame)
I'm tired of feeling so weary and old so tired so hopeless so lifeless and cold.
(I can almost mark the day when my soul began to fade away)
no longer scared of the ghosts I used to see -
I'm one of them, they're just like me.
(I can almost mark the day when my hope began to fade away)
down on the road I saw a dead man. said, dead man, you look a lot like me.
(who needs blood. who needs shame. from my father all this came)
so I picked up the dead man, put him across my back.
said, dead man, we're going to fade away into the day...
departed my soul again on a cold dark road.