You can’t run away forever
The night will come at last
When you’re thinking of the past
When you’re looking for the lever
To pry up the hidden places
The trapdoors in the floor
When you’re looking for the door
You’ll remember all the faces
Of the ones you really failed
All the red ink of a life
All the memories under the knife
The well intentioned deeds that paled
In the light of hard truths saying
The horn must one day sound
The account must be drawn down
And I’ll be the one who’s paying
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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