I should take what's left of this for myself I've had the pieces stripped By long hands feeding small minds And I never thought that this could come back I failed to do it right And took long strides into the firing line And the less I feel alive the less I feel alive Who lifts the sin from the man? From the corner of the ring we gave up The optimist had died, leaving the black side to tow the line Who is the sin from the man, who is the sin? Looks like it's gonna be another one of those rainy days again...