Cleveland's The Missing
Black as a Crow
There's a place that you call homeWhere everyone is a strangerHolding hands with the seventh sonThey think you are the savior nowIn denialI don't ever wannaI don't ever wannaI don't ever wanna dieOutcast and devoid of prayerThey turn their broken backs on youYour secret shame is becoming clearAnd no one thinks you're the savior nowOh, brother, can you hear me?
From Letras Mania