The Disciple Lyrics

Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door
All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore

See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart
The wind in our open, tired grave - it's tearing us apart
Cry! Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes
All the things these eyes have seen, this time they've really crossed the line
I think I'll pack up all my s*** and cross to Palestine

Strip down all my clothes, I'm gonna run into the wild
Leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride

Cry! Oh angel cry
Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes