Another failure, another fall.
So I guess I'll hide under a rock.
Guess I'll ignore you when you come to knock.
This is what I've a knack for, pressing my back against the wall
Why would you, how can you, take me back?
That I can't understand.
And the nail wound in your hand.
All to guide me, hold me, save me, all despite my lack.
And there's a way, a truth, a life?
Hope for this flesh sealed away,
Lost amidst centuries of rot and decay?
Yes. Truth is solid and at night's end I have hope on the edge of this knife.