Go forth blindly,
Go forth and be hollow.
Make excuses.
Set those fires.
Lick that salt off your skin.
I can't find it in my hollow heart,
That sacred feeling you promised would be there.
All I found was bitterness,
And the pieces of every broken thing.
What an ugly gift a life of faith and servitude is.
Why are you so weak?
You can't behead invisible kings.
You're all just birds with broken wings.
Go forth and be hollow.
Make excuses.
Set those fires.
Lick that salt off your skin.
I can't find it in my hollow heart,
That sacred feeling you promised would be there.
All I found was bitterness,
And the pieces of every broken thing.
What an ugly gift a life of faith and servitude is.
Why are you so weak?
You can't behead invisible kings.
You're all just birds with broken wings.