All Of My Prophets Were Singers Of Sad Songs,

So It's No Wonder That I've Been The Victim Of,

All Of My Prophets Were Singers Of Sad Songs,

So It's No Wonder That I've Been The Victim Of

A Wavering Faith

A Wavering Faith,

Call Me Weak If You Like

My Body Gets Tired

Of It's Internal Driver

Relentless Unsatisfied And Wired

Look At Were You're Coming From

All She's Been Through And All You've Done

Stop Beating On The Ones You Love

I Am The Instrument You've All Awaited

Humble I've Been Humiliated

I've Seen Things You'll Never See

I Know What You Want To Be

So Listen If Answers You Seek

Turn Your Eyes Inside Out

Come To Expect All You've Doubted

Everything's Laid Out For You,

Nothing Need Be Told You

You Will Know The Truth