Leave a Light on, Thomas - Ego Likeness

Leave a light on, Thomas, I’m tired and sore

My cold, sick heart, beats at your door

My skin is torn, now ease your doubt

It’s easy getting into me, but good luck getting out

Say our prayers, wish me away

Salt the eart, and curse my name

I’m coming back, my work is done

The godless sky, the burning sun

The inner wars, the crushing guilt

But all I see is the blood you spilt

Leave a light on, Thomas

So you can see

When hell is on its way

The you will believe

Killing pen, opened vein

Nothing spent, nothing saved

With or without you, I’ll find a way

Today I am Shiva

Tomorrow I’m sorrow

I’m filling the void

All things stolen and borrowed

Leave a light on

Leave a light on…

Leave a light on, Thomas

I’ve traveled so far

Just to find your cold, sick heart

Is all that you are