My fears hunt me down

Capturing my memories

The frontier of loss

They try to escape across the street where

Jesus stripped bare

And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture

In the name of my in the name of my



Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man



Like autumn leaves

His sense fell from him

An empty glass of himself

Shattered somewhere within

His thoughts like a hundred moths

Trapped in a lampshade

Somewhere within

Their wings banging and burning

On through endless nights

Forever awake he lies shaking and starving

Praying for someone to turn off the light



Born of a broken man

But not a broken man

Born of a broken man

But not a broken man