In The Mourning (Fireball Ministry)

A savior to some, a devil to many Walk the line between only all and any A slave to the soul of here and now Gave up on the myth of why and how I'll be leaving in the morning I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true It came from nowhere, without a warning The paths that crossed because of you Only the blind could see it coming The guessing game of what was said The crawl it slowly turned into running No way to know it was already dead I'll be leaving in the morning I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true It came from nowhere, without a warning The paths that crossed because of you