Your twisted fog, mixed ivory tones I will be frank, I'm far from home Your harvest comes from someone's field Their blood poured out and painted the yield Can you blame me for loving your sweet words? I did not know I signed a curse You cut down trees to build bridges there But concrete life is void of air This time I'm gone, I've lost remorse I'll save it for the judge on the white horse Can you blame me for loving your sweet words? I did not know I signed a curse