Look,
there you hide.
I see you between the stars..
between the blackness..
Past the void..
That's where I see you cower..
Between nothing and everything..
Fallen from grace, Angels search for you in spite.
All over one answer we needed, I needed..
Why weren't you there with her?
Between David, Jesus or Lazarus,
how was this...
too much to ask?...
Nevertheless,
the angels are hunting you for the lies
you told to us.
I guess when you'r dead we'll talk,
Until then, I have a cigarette to smoke.