It's make me sick that it's hard to distinguish
An honest leader who preaches a cause
That's not made, and not based
On the profit you'll receive from telling the world
What line divides you from the sinners
Who sow without growing believers
You point and you judge
Forgetting that their faith is molded by your lame(?)

So where am I to find
voice that's pure and urging me to climb?
There's gotta be more, there's gotta be pigs
I've joined them and clawed at the ground for my feed
I've seen bloodshed but the words still remain
I laughed, I fled, I called, I cursed
I chased from surgeon to surgeon
But nothing has answered deserving faith
[ Lyrics from: [bad word] [bad word] lyrics/o/oh_sleeper/in_the_wake_of_pigs.html ]
You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore
To bring your journey home
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home
We are what's left of the love that can pierce through the callous
Life you spent unturned
We are the legacy, that's sent to bring, the answers that you hold
You're not alone
If you can hear this song
The battle has been won!

Don't go, don't go!
I've gotta use your voice to light the way back home
'Cause I need to see, I need to breathe
So much more than my kind is offering
Where am I to find
The voice that keeps urging me to climb?
I need to hear it again or I'll lose sight of land and be swept... my chance
To...

Falling close to the shadows
Unleash your will to survive
Make every step draw you closer
To be the hero you've always denied

Where is your [bad word] from
Show me a sign I can [bad word] I need something more to believe in
beacon, or something to merit pressing on

You are not alone, in the eye of the darkest storm
We are the lighthouse shining a lamp from the shore
To bring your journey home
You are not alone, use this song to lead you home
We are what's left of the love that can pierce through the callous
Life you spent unturned
We are the legacy, that's sent to bring, the answers that you hold

You're not alone
If you can hear this song
The battle has been won!

... Call of the future fork [bad word] home