Your head is so deep in the box
That you cannot rise up from it
The world is getting cold
You got so numb while you played with it
Forgot you heart on the road
How are you filling up the empty seats?
Your hands are getting cold
While you're looking for another treat
glimpse of heat

And I’ll [bad word] from you
Father if you could just hear me
I’m tired [bad word] 
I’m tired [bad word] from you

Father, Father

You’re so obsessed with your high
Cloud nine didn’t make an ease
And I can see your road
Light out by the end of it
But tell me what’s the point?
When your looking for that other need to make it bleed

And I’ll [bad word] from you
Father if you could just hear me
I’m tired [bad word] 
I’m tired [bad word] from you

Father, Father

May all beings everywhere plagued
With suffering of body and mind
Quickly be freed from their illness
May those frightened cease to be afraid
And may those bound be free
May the powerless find power
And may people think of each other