A Curse Of Miracles

In the streets I was drifting though the lanes
Everybody looked away, I felt tension and afraid
In the back of my head I feel terribly dead
Friday afternoon came a rustling from the room
I was strangely terrified by the things I heard inside
Then a voice so strong & loud said: "it could be yours by now"
Saturday at four I snuck back to the corridor
And slipped into the room, now quiet as a tomb
And there, written on the ground in dust:
"it should be yours by now"
And it's so strange, cuz in the back of my head
I still feel terribly dead - so just go away
Leave me chained to the wall just like you've done it before
Everyone knows that it's my regular show
Is my deliverance near? I don't see it - I don't hear
Where's the trumpets blowing fire and the angel hosted choir?
I keep waiting for the sound cuz it should be here by now
But there's no change, in the back of my head
The monster wants to be fed - and I can't get away
Cuz when you've done it before what's it matter once more?
Everyone knows that it's your regular show
Once upon a time in the blinking of an eye
The oracle was mine like the sage had prophesied
It was whispered through the clouds
Said: "it will be yours right now"