Just The Bombs of Yesterday
All I did was kneel and pray
All that's left is to kneel and sway
To find the beauty in surrender
Where the promise in your eyes went
I cannot follow
Where and when adoration was replaced
by abhoration
I cannot place
The comforts found in the palm of your hand
are now the fires
drying the water of my soul
All I do is kneel and pray
All I say is let there be angels
by my side
and playing in your hair
by our side
All I hear
Is the deafening silence of my sins
begging me to hear them plead
To let them in
to let them be
.
The arrogance of another time
the comforts of illusion
The spiritual war that contaminates
drawing all them in
I battle as I sleep
No fairy-tales
No delusions
Just the bombs of yesterday
I pick at the wounds
I pry them dry
they don't bleed
All alive
the dark matter of you and me.