Seven Kinds of Sin

With golden wings of fire He's flown away across the fields Nobody answers when he calls I knew this time would come Like winters hand of frozen steel Riding a stallion down the hall Seven times I've heard my conscience cry I've never worked out why I need to live this tainted life I cast a careless glance Into the lake of my desires Such are reflections on all that's passed And if I stare too hard The ripples dance and call me liar How do they know me I've never asked? Seven times I've heard my conscience cry I've never worked out why i need to live this tainted life I'm waking up at last With bitter after tastes of guilt Shooting deserters we fired at will And there's a silhouette A faceless shape that we have built Scratching the dirt on the distant hills Seven times I've heard my conscience cry I've never worked out why I need to live this tainted life How do i feel right now? Suddenly I'm not sure Slowly we all fall down Like broken horses