ERASE THE STRIPES OF A BROKEN PATTERN
DRAWING WATER FROM A BROKEN CISTERN
SHOOTING STARS FROM A WORN OUT MACHINE
PROP YOURSELF UP WITH A WORN OUT BELIEF
REACH FOR THE HAND THAT DOESN'T EVEN CARE
PULL FROM THE HAND THAT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE
SLIP ON THE SKIN THAT JUST KEEPS YOU BLINDED
AND HOPE ONE DAY THAT YOU WILL SOON BE DEAD
IT MAKES NO SENSE
THE THINGS WE DO
EVERYTHING THAT WE DO TO GOD
EVERYTHING THAT WE DO TO SPIT IN HIS FACE
EVERYTHING THAT WE GET FROM GOD
EVERYTHING THAT WE GET FROM HIM AND HIS GRACE
CLEAN THE SLATE ONLY TO START AGAIN
ERASE THE MARK ONLY TO MARK AGAIN
BEGIN TO WASH AGAIN YOUR SOUL FROM SIN
BUT THE WATER YOUR IN IS SIN WITHIN
STAB YOURSELF AND BLAME THE INNOCENT
KILL YOURSELF WITH YOUR OWN IGNORANCE
SPLASH THE HOLY WATER WHILE CURSING GOD
SEE THE HOLY FATHER YOUR NAME FORGOT