macabre streets and linen sheets

ever gone too far?
ever remember being in ago?
ever seen whats off the path
ever learned what it meant to reap what you sow?

somwhere in the distance
quite far from here im sure
theres soemthign waiting for us
something only prophits are suppose to know

im starting to wonder now
why the fences are built so high?
why we gate and lock the doors
why men werent born with wings so they could fly

see, past the macabre streets and linen sheets
past the rain and past the snow
somewhere only angels quake
thats where i want to go.