Father, don't welcome me home
I lost the way these years alone
Maybe your voice grew too weak
Too much to succour the heart
I've seen the faith held holy, nail deep
Gush like the wound in his side
I am the damned, the pride of Lucifer
Longinus' hands and Barrabas' eyes
I always knew somehow
That it would be like this
The better spoils are harder won
And I never worked for it
Dusk, winter, like garnet on ash
Eyes alive with stars
Give no mention to the absent light
Equate the blackness with home
No frail forgiveness
No blinding light
Just the cloaking quiet
And the failed voice
No frail forgiveness
No blinding light
Just the cloaking quiet
And the failed voice
A quarter century awake
And not a trace of that promised embrace
I have watched my closest leave with love in their hearts
But have not felt a thing
I'm told that acceptance will take
The bulk of what burdens me
But I've been finding that it's me who determines my fate
And chose to make the world a bitter place
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father
Father, don't welcome me home
Father
Father, don't welcome me home
Father
A quarter century awake
And not a trace of that promised embrace
I have watched my closest leave with love in their hearts
But have not felt a thing