In the golden age of ill begotten victory
The hands that bind the wound
Take the blame
I seek a willow wand-ed great wide empty
To pass the days unknown and unnamed
The godless same as the pious pray
Oh my God I don't understand, and does it matter in the end
Can I speak enough to forgo the standing
For the truth I proclaim yet fail to live
Is there grace in the depths
Of my depravity
As i condemn the ones that love Itself forgives
The godless same as the pious pray
Oh my God, don't stay my hand
Darkness hides it does not justify
In light of this truth i closed my eyes
To find the writing on the wall on my mind
In this golden age who I am is lost in
All that I can choose to become
But it's the limits of love that keeps me grounded
Oh my God what have I done?
Stranded in my shadow in the Son
