gather jewels from graveyards when i get home bury them again wonder if you ll ever get the chance to ask me why i turned you in i saved my own skin but i live to fight i live to fight another day still remember how brave you were when they came to take you away and i feel guilty but i can t feel ashamed prowl through empty fields great cain thought i d seen a ghost up on the boulevard between the broken bits it s hard to tell gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits sleepwalk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fade like a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the blade and i feel guilty but i can t feel ashamed prowl through empty fields great cain rummage through the gutted storehouse now and lick the sweat from my brow saw the trucks roll out this morning not sure when they re coming back again feel the prickings of my conscience in my chest every now and then sometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses me and other times the sickness howls and i despair of any remedy  and i feel guilty but i can t feel ashamed prowl through empty fields great cain