Prowl Great Cain

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 the 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