Understand, the weight of your words Some will fade away and some will last And they dig, haunting my peace of mind You'll not become my fallen idol A God repressed by a man now atheist and grey What I've found is just unreality Unwilling to comply with what you say A stroke with iron hand Alone I stand And what I heard that night, that crucifixion It stole my breath and got me beat Died again that very day I left without a trace On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond And that very day I left again without a trace An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands Could curtains fall on both our thin eyes Staring at the shade that darkened that night And a fear started to grow inside I'll not become a wandering raven I know the tears that flow and the meanings inside Reading signs