I left those sins a few cities back.
Certain stories should not be retold.
But the Witnesses won't decompose.
And the victims are pestilent ghosts.
Have I lost my touch or do back doors moan a little louder than when I was young?
These days I've more to hide, but those secrets are mine. They're mine, those secrets are mine.
Through lack of heart we know no ache.
Never forget the things you've done.
Just hold on to those mistakes.
I don't ask to be redeemed.
Just stay away from me, let me find peace.
I'm an old face in a new town.
A stranger in a familiar place
where everyone knows my name and I can't escape.
Where were you when the consequence came calling?
Where were you when I laid down my arms?
I've yet to exploit a course you have not charted,
but I will bring down the body count. I'll bring down the body count.
I'm an old face in a new town.
A stranger in a familiar place
where everyone knows my name and I can't escape.