Bloody Bag Of Coins

I spy my prize on the mile marker where I saw my father die While I feel the loss I keep eyes on this bloody bag of coins In this society we adore piety What I tend to see is something different The forces that conspire to turn us on ourselves A dark reflection in the mirror So now this prize Within my reach No risk too great I spy my prize on the mile marker where I saw my father die While I feel the loss I keep eyes on this bloody bag of coins Now the sky has opened up Inside I feel so much older There is no way to clean this off of me This sickness is mine So now this prize Within my reach No risk too great I spy my prize on the mile marker where I saw my father die While I feel the loss I keep eyes on this bloody bag of coins I sold my soul for this one chance at victory At the risk of my damnation Why I came to be carbon copy of those who made me The question haunts me So now this prize Within my reach No risk too great John Makarewicz - Drums, Bass, Guitar Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals