10 Dead Years

Part of the concept album called "A Gaslight Requiem"

Ten Dead Years

For ten dead years I’ve haunted the shipyards

And skulked through Stygian alleyways

Been crippled in the gutters with snide remarks

And the finest of Scotch whiskeys for brains

Started riots at the funeral of the Baron

Shoved you dead in the ground before your time

Raided his vaults of his plundered riches

Broke every biased law he could design

 

A phantom with a single purpose of revenge

A penance bartered nightly

and in the morning one more sin

Ten dead years a specter howling out the shame

of this ghost town’s denizens

 

Mumbled rumored tales to his congregation

But was only proffered charitable doubt

Was accosted late at night

for singing dirges in the rain

So I burned their f*****g hospital down

I would never find comfort all that easily

In their greedy pleas of restraint

It was their nonchalant acts of dismissal

That seemed some form of plotted mockery

 

Drunk on solace of a desperate frame of mind

An addiction that I have yet to find relief

Auctioned my soul to the highest bidder I could find

Wandering aimlessly through these abandoned streets

Anger and bloodshed are my new companions

And they seem to suit my demeanor quite well

A notch on my gun for every b*****d that I’ve killed

A bloody trail I’ll follow straight to hell

 

Holed up with harlots renting tarnished dignity

but their touch was callus and oh so bittersweet

Had their dog-ends snuffed out on the soles of my feet

While sleeping off monthly binges between their dingy sheets

 

Now too many a town’s crowded jail cells

and busy taverns have robbed me of my time

and my constitution grows ever so weary

with every hookers purchased painted smile

For ten dead years I’ve haunted the shipyards

And skulked through Stygian alleyways

Been crippled in the gutters with snide remarks

And the finest of Scotch whiskeys for brains