When sanctity, owns your gift of speech
I walk a path where you could never follow me
And so endlessly, do I scorn your "we"
Call me names or call me heretic, nothing's telling me
To feel, to hate, to love, or if to weep
Breath is wasted, only emptiness you speak
I fear, as nothing ever seemed so clear
I don't belong here
And if words I say, prove another way
How can you insist on causing me pain
And so endlessly, to the choir you preach
Call me fallen, call me names, but you're never telling me
To feel, to hate, to love or when to weep
Over paintings, songs of ultimate deceit
I fear, as nothing ever seemed so clear, there's nothing for me here