The things that I knew from the start,
Haunt me like ghosts in the dark.
I keep drunk so they'll stay where they are.
The hangover's hard.
All of the words I believed,
The view from the passenger seat.
I eject from the crash as I bleed.
You run from the scene.
Stumble right up to the door,
The same one I walked out before.
I need a seat and some quiet, nothing more.
Nothing more.
Washed my hands with the holiest water,
Almost blessed myself, why should I bother?
My eyes caught a glimpse of the altar,
"Behold."
I felt heavy; The sadness! The pain!
Felt the floor start to crumble away.
Felt the air in the room dissipate,
"Behold."
And I'm ready to reach for the cross,
A compass for the weary, the lost.
Fuck you, man, he was your son.
What have you done?
"Behold."
Behold!
