Pierce through the soul
Leaving the raging eye that keeps
You sullen and inhale the lives of
Ones that leave you cold
But, just a little bold
And look to the sky screaming a
Bitter prayer that no one will
Answer to far from the foreign
Tirade that bled your mind
And left you dry,
Leave you dry,
Always dry,
Pay for sorrow and
You pay for joy
Lay down empty
Like a broken toy
Pray hard for something to hold
On to and then you die
To love or be loved

Tear out the pages that teaches of
Turning the cheek
Cuz that’s for the meek ones
Give over your soul
He says, not much to ask
But most will oblige
And on bent knee
You drink of the holy wine
Injected with sodom and
Turn from the poison shrine
That leaves you morbid,
Afraid to die,
Smell the lie,
Leaving you blind

Will the real father
Please take a stand and
Lead us far from the burden of man
And lead us not in perfect light
Or we’ll be blind
We’ll be blind, blind