26 years and seems like I've just begun
to understand my
my intimate is no one
When the director sold the show,
Who bought its last rites?
They cut the cast, the music and the lights.
This is my line,
This is eternal.
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers seem to disappear,
Ungrated in dead time left me disowned.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.
Twenty-six years,
And still speaking in these tongues,
Such revelations, while understood by no one.
When the new actor stole the show,
Who questioned his grace?
Please clear the house of ill-acquired taste.
[chorus]
give me something
give me something
give me something
give me something
give me something
give me something REAL
I lay strewn across the floor
Can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor
Pieced up in sorrow.
The pieces are lost,
These pieces don't fit.
Pieced together incomplete and empty
[chorus x2]