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