I see you still pray,
Stop talking to god...

She burns me like the sun,
And I cannot sway...

The sky is finally alive with light,
But your weary mind has stopped the fight...

So few things shine so bright,
Still so few things bring such delight...

Oh what tangled webs he weaves,
When the spider's on your sleeve...

The story of a little cut,
For when this feeling's in your gut...

Now you're finally alone,
Crushed mind with a heart of stone...

How do you run from all the hate,
All the hate that they create...

Living in a universe, a heart away,
A open mind caged in walls, just a heart away...

You have so many secrets and all you do is run;
All you do is stare down at the barrel of a gun...