Then I Heard a Bachelor's Cry

Lately I've been searching

Searching for answers

I walk around the boulevards

Looking for magicians

Without cold feet

Black coat full of arms

Outstretched and a leading voice

And I can't help but shout

At the top of my lungs

Saying who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get speared?

Bad mouth, bad habits

Now leads icicles growing out me hair

Our past, I guarantee you

If you stay with me

Your tomorrow will be endlessly free

Don't know what it was

That made you to come by

Though I know God created me beautifully

But don't you know beauty forever kills

Who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get speared?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

I can see our future, see our future, see our future

And it isn't so bright, and it isn't so bright

There is no light, there isn't any light

There is no light, and it is alright

There is no light, there isn't any light

Who, who is next in line to get hurt?

Who, who is next in line to get my spear?

And so I wait, I wait

I wait for my next prey

I wait here