Black Water Baptism

I seem to walk this Earth, for no real reason
my destiny never forged, to bring high treason

I walk and I wander, wondering who I can thank
you'll know me when you see me, I am Blank

Wearing the color of my heart, to cover my soul
trying to find something, in this endless hole

when the storms roll in, and all seems so lost
where's the power of money ? can it pay this cost ?

No hope can be found in here,  hail the graveyard king !!
bless all the free souls around, listen to them sing

I can wander on with the dead, they expect very little
the bonds of a beautiful life, are now too brittle

dreams have become reversed-vision, asleep or awake
whether alive or not, the darkness will take

while hiding on the run, this time it won't work
another black water baptism, bow down in the murk

come up with a new outlook, much darker than before
I'm a bastard's bastard,  our mother was a whore

I'm looking for that cliffside, freefall into the dream
then once and for all, they will know what I mean . . .