Oh, my God, look around this place

Your fingers reach around the bone

You set the break and set the tone

Flights of grace and future falls

In present pain, all fools say, "Oh, my God" Oh, my God, why are we so afraid?

We make it worse when we don't bleed

There is no cure for our disease

Turn a phrase and rise again

Or fake your death and only tell

Your closest friends, oh, my God Oh, my God, can I complain?

You take away my firm belief

And graft my soul upon your grief

Weddings, boats and alibis

All drift away and a mother cries Liars and fools, sons and failures

Thieves will always say

Lost and found, ailing wanderers

Healers always say Whores and angels, men with problems

Leavers always say

Broken hearted, separated

Orphans always say War creators, racial haters

Preachers always say

Distant fathers, fallen warriors

Givers always say Pilgrim saints, lonely widows

Users always say

Fearful mothers, watchful doubters

Saviors always say Sometimes I can not forgive

These days mercy cuts so deep

If the world was how it should be

Maybe I could get some sleep While I lay, I'd dream we're better

Scales were gone and faces lighter

When we wake, we hate our brother

We still move to hurt each other Sometimes I can close my eyes

And all the fear that keeps me silent

Falls below my heavy breathing

What makes me so badly bent? We all have a chance to murder

We all have the need for wonder

We still want to be reminded

That the pain is worth the plunder Sometimes when I lose my grip

I wonder what to make of Heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give up Babies underneath their beds

Hospitals that cannot treat them

All the wounds that money causes

All the comforts of cathedrals All the cries of thirsty children

This is our inheritance

All the rage of watching mothers

This is our greatest offense Oh, my God

Oh, my God

Oh, my God