An ice pick lay between me
and the eyes of a judge that can't see
"I know your kind," the judge, he spoke so sternly
"there's not enough room to let you scum walk free."
Now placed in bondage, though so unwillingly
"Take a hacksaw to his ankles!
Take a saw to his two ankles!
We must rid the ground of this man's feet!"

Well if hate could kill you
I'd have died a hundred times
But who does hate destroy but the beholder
If sacrifice could heal you
I'd have tried a hundred times
I see a world that's not concerned with death or dying

You say that Revelation lost it's meaning in translation
and say the Bible's just a book of stories
You say the end will come at the bottom of a hole you dug
and people shouldn't take a book so seriously
If compromise would open your eyes then the floods would pour
from out your eyes into disguises
You hid the truth within a body bag among the rest
but this stench has escalated much too fast

It's such a
Sick feeling, he left something inside of me
I don't know how or if to take this from a face so ugly
Rough and weathered
With his flights, he chose to flee
From everything and everyone that once made his world happy
"Mihok, your honor, there's a boy here for your sentencing!
We let him get away just long enough to pull the rug from underneath!"
I've forgiven that shit he's done to me
He threw away the debt owed to my health and sanity

With the hand of God rested on my shoulder
he whispered in my ear, "there's a girl, you see, a girl you see.
Don't you ever trade her for the world so selfishly
Everything you swore that oath against
Once those shackles left your feet."

Please wait
I've had way too much to think
It isn't me, it isn't me
If these words that you hear come at you viciously
Beaten, battered, but secure in my own skin
At least I think
At least I think