He said I was sent from heaven Well this ain't no place for angels He battened down the hatches, covered me in scratches I saw the signs way before I knew the score The creeping signs of the plague as I ran from the graves The taste on my lips was surely of you What was it in the draw? I'll see you never more Maybe in the next life, maybe soon. Maybe soon. And as the blood dripped from my lips I thought of those who went before. No untruth's or any lies that could give you a disguise I'm walking out the door The creeping signs of the plague as I ran from the graves The taste on my lips was definately of you What was it in the draw? The clothes of a whore See in in the next life, Maybe soon Maybe soon. See you in the next life, maybe soon. A wasted obsession, that was you.