There are castles built for burning. There are men who are born to hang. There are doors you slave to open, so that others may go in. There are wars we fight for losing. There are lovers meant to drown. There are devils born to love you. There are gods who let you down. As I look out in the distance, seems the saints are sailing in. To condemn me for my pride, and convict me for my sins. There are chains we bought and paid for. We will never cut them loose. There are dreams we left hanging on the cross or from the noose. There are guns we have loaded, then we aim them at ourselves. There are faithful hearts we've broken. Promises we priced to sell. Looking through your bloodshot eyes, do you laugh or do you choke? Are you drinking of the nectar? Or are you coughing on gun smoke? There are fools we're born to suffer. There are angels fallen from grace. There are friends who plot your ruin. As they stare you in the face. There are messiahs born to virgins. Burning bushes speaking tongues. And like Atlas and his burden, there is work that's never done. As I look out in the distance, seems the saints are trotting in. To condemn me for my pride, and convict me for my sins. Looking through your bloodshot eyes, do you laugh or do you choke? Are you drinking from the chalice, or are you dying from the smoke? There are castles built for burning. There are men who are born to hang. There are ghost we thought we buried, seems they're coming around again. So I stand before my maker and I offer up my hands. But it seems there are no takers, so I'm left right where I stand. As I look out in the distance, seems my saints are sailing in. To condemn my foolish pride or forgive me for my sins. Looking through your bloodshot eyes, is there fear or is there hope? Is that the light of my salvation, or am I choking on the smoke? Looking through your bloodshot eyes, is that fear or is that hope? Is that the light of my salvation? Or am I dying on gun smoke?