Shell-shocked from fright
I stay up half the night
Don't you ever feel the curse
In the heartbeat of your universe
And I had a hand my friend
In ushering darkness in
Now I wish that even more
I could show it to the door
I hear one day
You will level the cynics rage
Ever prayer that's ever been prayed
Will surely not be turned away
And no tears shed for dying or dead
That won't be wiped away
Justice locked up for weak and poor
Will soon come breaking down the door
And Father why do I feel like a casualty
I try to do what I should
But it doesn't do any good does it
I'm at the bitter end of rope
Of all my might have beens
And I could be swinging from it
Or maybe then again
I could use it wisely
Climb out of this pit of snakes
I could use it wisely
To pull up the veil that hides your face