If I was the praying kind I would beseech you If I was an image divine I would forgive you If I was the trusting kind I would believe you If I had the faith in mankind I wouldn't need you I bite the hand That feeds me I burn the ground on which I stand I keep my eyes On the blinding dark To catch the light Of the morning star To catch the light If I was the praying kind I would beseech you If I was an image divine I would forgive you If I was the trusting kind I would believe you If I had the faith in mankind I wouldn't need you I bite the hand That feeds me I burn the ground On which I stand I keep my eyes On the blinding dark To catch the light Of the morning star To catch the light Of the morning star I keep my eyes On the blinding dark