Sometimes

For a moment of bliss

In the passion

We're craving

There's a message we miss

Sometimes when

The spirit's left alone

We must believe in something

To find if we've grown

Tragic reflex

Shattered calm

Static progress

Senses gone

Numb awareness

Final psalm

Swept away with the tide

(Swept away with the tide)

Through the holes in my hands

(Through the holes in my hands)

Crown of thorns at my side

(Crown of thorns

At my side ye ye yeah)

Drawing lines in the sand

Sometimes

If you're perfectly still

You can hear the virgin weeping

For the savior of your will

Sometimes

Your castles in the air

And the fantasies you're seeking

Are the crosses you bear

Sacred conflict

Blessed prize

Weeping crosses

Stainless eyes

Desperate addict

Faith disguised

Swept away with the tide

(Swept away with the tide)

Through the holes in my hands

(Through the holes in my hands yeah)

Crown of thorns at my side

(Crown of thorns at my side)

Drawing lines in the sand

We fabricate our demons

Invite them into our homes

Have supper with the aliens

And fight the war alone

We conjure up our skeletons

Enlist the den of thieves

Frightened from our closets

Then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness

There is a river crying

Living comes much easier

Once we admit

We're dying

Sometimes

In the wreckage of our wake

There's a bitterness we harbor

And hate for hatred's sake

Sometimes

We dig an early grave

And crucify our instincts

For the hope we couldn't save

Sometimes

A view from sinless eyes

Centers our perspective

And pacifies our cries

Sometimes

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