Lonely soul
Where will you wander now?
Your path is a dead-end
Your hands stained with blood
There's no home for you to return to
There's no rest for the wicked.
Lonely soul . . .

Forlorn heart
Where will you turn?
You're bleeding to death
You're battered and bruised
There's no hope of redemption
There's no shoulder to cry on.
Forlorn heart . . .

Wandering with no rest
Crying alone in the darkness
No home
No hope

Nothing . . .