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