Give me something oh God I've missed the meaning
And let me fell something I've just been pretending
To be the man everyone is needing
And not the one who stands behind fearing

Take back those words I've heard them before
And keep them locked away from the world
From pen to paper I've noted once more
From my fathers tempered hands my mothers addicted soul

Why cant' you see the man in the scene isn't me
The curtains have drawn an empty stage concieves
Who takes the hostage of every soul that departs
To the heavens they go where saints await their heart

Take back those words I've heard them before
And keep them locked away from the world
From pen to paper I've noted once more
From my fathers tempered hands my mothers addicted soul

We can't choose there [bad word] from
But we can choose where we go
From pen to paper I've noted
From pen to paper I've noted once more
From pen to paper I've noted once more

/ [bad word]