The Mark

Shoveling coal into an engineless soul
I don't care to see
What's ailing me

Everything's fine 'til the river runs dry
My crooked past awaits
I can't keep straight

Did I seize a moment in my life?
Or do I wear the mark of my time?
Before my blood dries up around this heart of stone
When will these old eyes admit they're on their own?

The night is on fire as the devil, he smiles
I drink myself away
Losing my grace

My fight is alive with you by my side
But you won't never stay
Sealing my fate

Did I seize a moment in my life?
Or do I wear the mark of my time?
Before my blood dries up around this heart o stone
When will these old eyes admit they're moving on?