Asaf Avidan - The Disciple lyrics

Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart The wind in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apart Cry! Oh angel cry Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes All the things these eyes have seen, this time they've really crossed the line I think I'll pack up all my sh** and cross to Palestine Strip down all my clothes, I'm gonna run into the wild Leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride Cry! Oh angel cry Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes