All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So it no wonder that I ve been the victim of,
All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
So it s no wonder that I ve been the victim of
A wavering faith
A wavering faith, call me weak if you like
My body gets tired
Of it s internal driver
Relentless unsatisfied and wired
Look at were you re coming from
All she s been through and all you ve done
Stop beating on the ones you love
I am the Instrument you ve all Awaited
Humble I ve been humiliated
I ve seen things you ll never see
I know what you want to be
So listen if answers you seek
Turn your eyes inside out
Come to expect all you ve doubted
Everything s laid out for you, nothing need be told you
You will know the truth