Living behind a pew, I went searching for sin
When it's right in the room, my vision was foggy
Never seeing the people that needed me
How could I not see I lay a waste for mother?
Who is too strong to scream and I am too strong to believe
I fix my eyes toward this window to my soul
I was so cold
I lived a shameful life
Spreading hate with judgement
I never lived until it was over
But then it was too late
It's never enough for me
My cup filled with tears from my mothers pain
That's not what I wanted to believe
She's beautiful and free
I drink this cup on Sunday
Searching for peace without understanding
Searching for religion as a form of release
God's hands were clean
I stuck the needle in my eye
We live in a world of hate
A broken bone for every home
It's not enough we want more
Let's take this crown
Put it on and make it our own
Trying to forget the things I've seen
And destroying the hope of beauty
The love for my mother
Was everything I couldn't be