Not to look at the face of the man who is dying
To look for the face of the man who is lying
The amber gambler is low and loaded [bad word] steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home I cannot seek
He knows the pain its special place
I know its look I know its face

Utsukushiki ga kono me wo tsubusu
Bright whites the killing kind
Tsumi yori batsu wa aisare
Two blacks don’t make a white
Kono gekijou [bad word] unmei
The broker of my broken dreams
Me ni [bad word] kono yo wa jigoku to iu
My cell is my sanctuary

White silver draws black lies
Bright whites the killing kind
Two wrongs doesn’t make a right
Two blacks don’t make a white
Devotion isn’t what it seems
The broker of my broken dreams [bad word] is all that I see
My cell is my sanctuary

There’s a black space where my soul should be
gaping wound where my heart could be
I feel so low I feel like Christ
I see my head is turning white
The knuckles twisted raw and I’m so empty
And there’s no respite
You prey together on the small [bad word] vision shows it every night
The amber gambler is low and loaded [bad word] steed turns to burn into my soul
I hear the cries
My body lies in sanctuary
The long way home is what I seek
He knows the pain its special place
And I know your face